Peculiar

The problem is I always expect a drastic change Like I'm searching for a wet land in the rain I'm a girl who walks barefoot in the grass But alway wears slippers indoors It's because concrete feels like fiberglass I can run myself in circles And still find a new path Finding maroon in a sea of purple I'm like a Crooked house That you don't realize is off center Until you enter It all flows together and doesn't make sense That's the beauty of me The end