Misplaced Pride Songtext
von Katie Kuffel

I′ve sat on my thumbs for years
Ruled the roost of toiling away
My troubles and fears so willing to abide
I was the image of ambition
For my mother's misplaced pride

But I am merely a girl
Who wrestled and raged and aged too fast for this world
More naive than I′d like
And more dangerous than I deserve


And though my hands are small
I have beaten a few but in no way have I won 'em all
I still dream thinking it'd be nice
To unravel these strings that hold me upright
For when pulled every which way
By expectations I didn′t make
How can I keep to that path so narrow and straight?

So what difference does it make
If I sleep with eyes open
Eternally hoping ′til I'm convinced I′m awake?
I know my voice is still just one inch tall
But if I stand on my toes
Will I reach anyone at all?