Wild Woman
Woke up in January
The whole year laid out for me
Kicked off that month with very lofty goals and bigger dreams
Woke up in late December
Back where I used to be
Still nothing done, I wonder, what's the missing puzzle piece?
I sit alone at home
Paralyzed by the fear of what could wrong
Too scared to take a chance
Where's that wild woman?
She used to live inside of me
But that's in the past
She's gone and she'll never come back
Old dresses in the closet
They're just collecting dust
I worked for years to open doors
Only to let 'em shut
Can't make a plan and
I can't get it off the ground
Can't look at pictures from the past without me breaking down
I sit alone at home
Paralyzed by the fear of what could wrong
Too scared to take a chance
Where's that wild woman?
She used to live inside of me
But that's in the past
She's gone and she'll never come back
Woke up in mid-September
Just shy of 32
Some fucking throwback Thursday
Popped up and killed my mood
That woman in the photo
Feels like a stranger now
She's so naive, she doesn't know how much I let her down
I sit alone at home
Paralyzed by the fear of what could wrong
Too scared to take a chance
Where's that wild woman?
She used to live inside of me
But that's in the past
She's gone and she'll never come back
The whole year laid out for me
Kicked off that month with very lofty goals and bigger dreams
Woke up in late December
Back where I used to be
Still nothing done, I wonder, what's the missing puzzle piece?
I sit alone at home
Paralyzed by the fear of what could wrong
Too scared to take a chance
Where's that wild woman?
She used to live inside of me
But that's in the past
She's gone and she'll never come back
Old dresses in the closet
They're just collecting dust
I worked for years to open doors
Only to let 'em shut
Can't make a plan and
I can't get it off the ground
Can't look at pictures from the past without me breaking down
I sit alone at home
Paralyzed by the fear of what could wrong
Too scared to take a chance
Where's that wild woman?
She used to live inside of me
But that's in the past
She's gone and she'll never come back
Woke up in mid-September
Just shy of 32
Some fucking throwback Thursday
Popped up and killed my mood
That woman in the photo
Feels like a stranger now
She's so naive, she doesn't know how much I let her down
I sit alone at home
Paralyzed by the fear of what could wrong
Too scared to take a chance
Where's that wild woman?
She used to live inside of me
But that's in the past
She's gone and she'll never come back
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Writer(s): Meg Warren
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