You see that girl?
The pretty girl right over there. Yeah, her.
The one who's smiling and laughing.
The one who's singing and dancing with her best friend.
The one who seems absolutly wonderful.
Nothing could be wrong, right?
Wrong.
Let's take a look through the looking glass, shall we?
To when her best friend has gone home.
To when the smile has disappeared.
To when her ipod is dead.
To when she has nothing to distract her,
from her own thoughts.
Her own thoughts,
are what push away the joy and bring on the tears.
Her thoughts bring back the pain.
They force her to remember that she isn't the one holding his hand.
That she isn't the highlight of his day.
That she doesn't get to see the smile in his eyes.
That she isn't with him.
They're just friends. Nothing more...For now.
So you see that pretty girl?
She's holding her head up high.
She's smiling and laughing with her best friends.
Because one day she knows she'll be his.