She thinks she's beautiful
And least that's what everyone tells her...

Curled up in the corner
In the fetal position...

She sits at the bar upon the stool
Sipping away her pain...

Why did you give up so easily
Not fight a little harder to keep me...

Digging deeper inside
Reaching into my soul...

It's the fear of letting go
Making me grip so tight...

You give me everything I need
But not what I desire...

One Tear Short
The midnight moon is calling to me as it does...

One of these days I'm going to find someone
Who'll make me as happy as dad has made you...

I cannot shed these tears now
With all these faces watching me...

Everyone is stuck in the middle
Not knowing what to do...

For a contest!
He Oughta Know That By Now...