Why?
Why can't people see the real me?
I try so hard to be the perfect person I can be.
Sure I'm young, quiet, and shy.
But I'm such an amazing person, which many pass by.
Why?
Why can't people just take the time?
Just tell me your favorite thing to do and I'll tell you mine.
The people that do, I hold dear to my heart.
They see me as mysterious, sweet, funny, and smart.
You can't expect me to open up the very first day.
It takes time, but trust me, I'll soon have a lot to say.
Why?
Why can't people wait and get to know the real me?
I bet you I'd be a much different person than you first did see.
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Big, fat Santa bounded through my halls;
He made everything shake, even the walls.
<Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
I often wish I were a King,
And then I could do anything.
If only
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
Oh, dear,
Oh, my gosh,
I hope that no one saw,
I wish that I could laugh,
It's that look in your eye.
It's the smile on your face
That makes time slip by,<
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
I have a feeling
That I can't comprehend
In my deepest thoughts, you are
