oh, little girl they just don't know
about the weight that you carry in your soul
they just don't know about the fright
about the people and the things you like.
you know you've got nothing to prove
the conversations borderline on rude
and by the time you've had enough
how do you tell the one you love?
he'll never know about the times that you cried in the movies
never know about the times that you cried to the music
about your mother or your father or the way you got your broken heart
and just a look will be the start
oh no oh no it's not your style
why should you have to feel like you're on trial?
"i wonder if he is impressed.
should i have worn the other dress?"
you've never had a doubt about yourself
why should you take it, then, from someone else?
and if by now he doesn't see, maybe it wasn't meant to be
he'll never know about the times that you cried in the movies
never know about the times that you cried to the music
he'll never know about the feelings that you've had about him from the start
he'll never know about the times that you cried in the bedroom
about the times that you cried in the classroom
about your mother or your father or the way you got your broken heart
and just a look could be the start