All she wants to do is show them.
That's all.
She hides deep beneath a mask,
But she's going to show them.
She's going to have a reason to stand a little taller,
Stay a little longer,
Smile a little wider.
She's going to show them,
Show them what she can't put into words.

I always like to think that having a boyfriend would make my life better. That all of a sudden, there would be someone to help me through the tough parts of my life...
But in reality, it'd be so much worse because I don't have time for myself, let alone someone else.

If I died tomorrow,
I'd want my ashes to be spread around the world.
Even though I'm not there,
I could visit the places I wanted to go.

5 o'clock in the morning,
We're half asleep on the floor.
A conversation that makes no sense,
But to me it might mean more.

She accepts the love she thinks she deserves,
I'll sit down and wait because I'm not really sure.

And once again,
It's two AM.
And she's awake,
Writing about him.
She can't explain in words,
Those feeling that occur,
When his face drifts in her head,
So she sings about it instead.

When he says hello,
Her thoughts just melt like snow.
And when he walks her way,
She forgets just what to say.

And once again, my friend,
I'm up at two AM.
I sit here all alone,
My thoughts shift into poems.