I don't do drugs
I don't hate on those who do
I just sincerely believe
That I would be happier without an addiction new.

Magic is in the air
When the delight spreads
But even then,
Febreeze doesn't do all it says.

How am I supposed to know
How I should spend my time?
No one ever has stopped to show
Direction, or specific sign.

Let go*
And taste the freedom of knowing
You don't have to *control it all
The hardest thing
Is to **let go.

Sometimes I wonder if I should stop trying
Give up and let them all see my face
The side of me that is selfish
Wants to point them all to my own name.

Give a man a break
And he'll take a mile
Give a man two breaks
And he'll go the extra mile.

“Why do you listen to metal,”
I'd always wanted to ask.
“It's because I always want to scream...
No one lets me, but I'm glad you asked.”

Spectacular is not me
And I may not be “just brilliant”
But in the end, what matters
Is His grace is sufficient.

You make life complicated
You spill your words on me
Why can't you just speak plainly
With words we all can read?

Breathe, girl, just breathe,
You know that you're alright;
You're dealing with stuff you don't understand,
But it's not without your sight.

What have I to live for?
And what have I to lose?
Where, oh, can I run to
If I dare to refuse?

Who am I after the ceremony
After the pomp and the glory?
Who am I after I really admit
That I hate spotlight but do enjoy it?

Sometimes, if someone told me I lived in Candyland,
I'd agree because my music is so bubbly,
My outfit is so bright,
And my disposition is ecstatic.  Frankly.