I had a plan at 10 years old, to try my best, Do as I'm told but that don't catch the Pretty people's eye. I didn't have the coolest hair, The newest clothes or the richest parents so I sat alone as the pretty girls walked by. I tried my best at making jokes only to trip Over my words and choke so I ran back home And stayed inside my room. I swore I'd never go back alive, "Shallow talk breeds shallow minds", but that was Just a jealous boys' excuse. 'Cause everybody's dancing and I don't feel The same, This room is full of people who barely know My name. And I don't feel like dancing on my own Again, another year without a friend, Another year where I just close my eyes and Dance inside my head. With age comes insecurity, embarrassment And tragedy, increasing fear of growing old Lonely. I said I'd put on my dancing shoes but I've got two left feet and no good moves and The pretty girls found cooler kids than me. So I sat and waited patiently until the day I'd finally be asked, but it never came, no it Never came. I found it hard to take some time out of the Days that I spent wishing I could be, anyone But me.