I imagined I had some friends one day.

Then that dream started to fade away.

I'd thought I'd be friendly enough.

but the throught can be quite though.

Your heart tells the truth my dear,

that's what they made very clear.

But somehow I know it's true.

And the sky really isn't blue.

I have to many imagination,

to much fatasy.

I am my own creation,

made up from under a tree.

Three days of singing songs.

I am a homemade girl.

I'm a homeless with a house,

a cat with a mouse.

I'm three days of singing songs.

I bring it back where it belongs.

But I will never meet me there.

cause it could be everywhere.

I have to many imagination,

to much fantasy.

I am my own creation,

made up from under a tree.

Three days of singing songs.

I am a homemade girl.

This is the first part of my new song. I know it's not really clear what it's all about but you'll know when it's finished.