Am I not pretty enough? Is my heart too broken? Do I cry too much? Am I too outspoken? Don't I make you laugh? Should I try it harder? Why do you see right through me? I live, I breathe, I

Well I never lived through the great depression somethimes I feel as though I did And I don't have answers for every single question But that's OK 'cos I'm just a kid Well I've seen pictures of

A little bird told me late last night that if I hold my breath and do everything right You might come back If I color my hair and I wear it down and I make you laugh like a circus clown You might c