Girl, what's wrong?
Tell me what's right
Off-balance plight
Crumble along the river side
Drown in the low tide
While the water rushes
Pushes brushes
Out of my hands
Demands of my mind:
A bump and grind
Of questioning my worth
And how can I tell you
That all I want is to be visible
To one single person
For One single second.

Girl, what's wrong?
Absolutely nothing.