Years and months ago I set my eyes on you
I thought maybe you would see me
But instead you saw right through
I never understood why it was her and not me
But then I began to realize what kind of girl I'd have to be
I'd have to stop my singing for you don't like the birds
I'd have to quit my writing for you're not good with words
I'd have to slow my talking for you don't care to hear
I'd have to keep my jokes in for you don't smile ear to ear
I'd have to bring my smiling to a halting stop
And I'd fall apart slowly drop by drop