Biting your lip
Laughing too soon
Tracing your figure
by the light of the moon

Flashing a smile
Looking away
Falling in love
with yourself every day

If happiness was currency
And you sewed up the stitches  
What would bring you
immeasurable riches  

If confidence was a concerto
And you poured everything into the keys
It never will matter
who you can and cannot please

Spreading your wings
Learning how to fly
There's nothing that can stop you
from touching the sky