You don't have to prove to me you're beautiful to strangers, I've got loving eyes of my own.
I remember being onstage once when I didn't have fear: I got so scared I didn't have fear that it brought on an anxiety attack.
But I'm lost when it comes to you.
Worrying too much about other people's ears and not my own, I lost my way.
Anticipation is making me late, it's keeping me waiting.
You say we'll soar like two birds through the clouds, but soon you'll cage me on your shelf. I'll never learn to be just me, first by myself.