Little Girl

She's a little girl
in a big girl condition

They say she's simply afraid
That to lose her heart
is to lose her mind
and that they know she cannot handle
They say she's got much to share
but the little girl keeps it to herself
It sounds selfish
and maybe it is
but she hasn't quite learned

She can't quite manage
that which is intangible

How do I give a heart, she wonders
when I can't even feel it?
Who would want it, she questions
when I'm not sure it's even there?

The little girl has questions
which she knows she doesn't understand
Maybe eventually she'll find tangibility
Maybe one day she'll find her beat
Until then she's left to doubt

Goddamn,
I'm a little girl