in her mind, distractions
a different thought and she's taking off
what secrets? who's hiding?
what life can give well she had enough
on her own, and if not be is wrong
it wont come back

on sometimes, the waiting
is nothing else but a waste of time
well somethings not changing
her pictures hang on the mirror, high
above her head, with a plan to leave instead
it wont come back

its allright to be afraid
its allright to feel real bad
its allright to be yourself, as long as u know how
its allright, to deside
its allright to change your mind
its allright to be yourself as long as u know how

in spirle, while spining
stuck in the mess that she can not leave
not thinking, believeing
that someday it will mean everything
but time is short, and the waitings getting bored
it wont come back

its allright to be afraid
its allright to feel real bad
its allright to be yourself, as long as u know how
its allright to regret
its allright to think of that
its allright to be yourself as long as u know how
its allright...