Always trying to be perfect Forceful force of nature Mature for my age Praying although I have no faith Faithful to no one But myself
How do I say the words? How do I be that girl?
The man is always on the go Especially when he gets on a roll There was no ending to that night But I gave up I gave up
How do I say the word? How do I be that girl?
It's about the power The lamp on the street has changed its meaning It seems illumination has become delusion Nobody has love for the girl who stood up For the man on the street For the girl who is weak For the boy who cries wolf For sympathies' wolf There is no more love For any of us
But my father loves me But He truly cares And there is no one above me Nobody's eyes to stare into When you try to be someone great The bowl becomes holey The river flows and flows How am I supposed to be quenched? Anyone who wants to be somebody Has to go through me first And when nothing comes close to the answer You're looking for a bubble to burst