So this is what happens when I'm bored enjoy:)
I can go to the ball and dance with a prince be some one else for a time, but when that clock strikes twelve I'll have to run home go back to being on my own and when i wake up I'll wonder if it was all just a dream in that harsh morning light I'll be who I was before timid, shy, and scared to be me, all my old insecurities.
(CHORUS)Because in the morning I'm not a princess I'm just a maid I'm the girl in the tattered clothes so afraid, I don't flirt and I don't shout I don't do anything to stand out I was cinderella at the ball, but I took flight and I'm just me after midnight
When the Prince sees me in the hall I'm not the girl he met at the ball i'm the one from way across town that girl no one knows, who walks looking down, books in her arms and a tear nobody sees in her eye, thats who I am to this guy.
(CHORUS)
Realizing why would I want to be, any one else but me. I see no problems with who I am I shouldn't change me just for them
Because in the morning I don't want to be a princess and I'm not just a maid I'm the girl comfortable in her skin but afraid, my own prince charming will see and thats who he'll want me to be. Then I won't take flight and I'll be me after midnight
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