
Am just a girl
A hurting girl
A crying girl…
I want my dearest to be with me
I want my love to believe they are better with me than alone
But I presume am not all that
This is my blessing, my curse
Why does it hurt so much?
Shouldn’t I be used to it by now
Being on my own
Important days not withstanding
But then I guess
This is my blessing, my curse
I may look tough
I may act tough
But I still want to spend lover’s day in her arms
But more importantly
I need her to want to spend it in my arms
Deep inside, out in the open I am a girl
And this is my blessing, my curse