A girl walks through the halls,
small and petite...

What do you see when you look at me?
A happy, smiley, goofy, girl...

Let me ask you this,
Is it bad that i dont want to be the last one to...

I sit and wonder,
have I messed up everything...

My smile is broken,
you made it this way...

There are some days that are dark,
and some that are bright...

Daddy's little girl,
and Mommy's little dancer...

It doesn't matter if today went good,
you still may have pain...

Everyone should know i am always there for them,
through good and bad...

I need someone to be here for me,
to hold me...