Row of Trees

I wonder what it's like to be a row of trees You're not judged, just something a person sees But why can't I be a row of trees? Because I hate being judged.. please please please I don't like being me because I'm not a row of trees And no matter what I do I can always get teased Because nothings as simple as being a row of trees But I feel like winter when I'm losing all my leaves I wish I was just someone, not important just someone sees And they don't even think twice or want to maybe tease Because I don't like it, I don't like being me Maybe I'd be better off if I was just a tree