As a girl I lived in a million hopes
So I always would keep to myself
And my lessons were learned
from the stories and poems
I would steal from a library shelf
Yes the books, like the rooms
Weren’t mine to keep
But the words weren’t left behind
And I think of them all now and I can’t sleep
And a poet who read my mind
As the wise man once wrote
Never give all the heart
Well, It’s easy to see
He was writing for me
I just wish I could play that part
-Smash