Front row center in that little white church
I was singing at a baby laying in a manger
Eight years old wearing angel wings
Yeah, and to this day, that's what you seeI've been daddy's little girl since my first cry
And it was hard turning eighteen, saying goodbye
You told me I was gonna take the world by storm
And Mama said you cried all the way homeYou think I'm strong, you think I'm fearless
Even when I'm, I'm at my weakest
You always see the best in me when I can't
I wanna be the girl you think I amI got my flaws and I've got regrets
And I know there's more on the road ahead
When I wonder if I'll ever measure up
Oh, I thank God for a father's loveCause you think I'm brave, and you think I'm beautiful
You think that I can do the impossible
You always see the best in me when I can't
I wanna be the girl you think I amOh, whoa
Oh, whoa
The girl you think I am, yeah
Ooh
Ooh, yeahAll I want, more than anything
Is to make you proud of meCause you think I'm strong, and you think I'm fearless
Even when I'm, I'm at my weakest
You believe in me; yeah, you're my biggest fan
So I wanna be the girl you think I amI wanna be the girl you think I am
--Carrie Underwood--
I may not have wrote this beautiful song, and I may not be the age that it says, but it doesn't mean I cannot relate.
I'm constantly trying to be what other people expect of me. But this song just makes it sound like it's worth it.
I've alway though that I was trying to change to people's expectation because if I wasn't, then I was nothing. But this song..it just reminds me that I have to be who I am.
And the only people I should even try to impress are the people who can accept me for who I am.
Thank you Carrie Underwood for this gorgeous song, you reminded me of something I'd long forgotten.....
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One Shots
Short StoryThis a bunch of short stories that I will write while I have writers block for my other books. These one shots will probably be about random things that come to my weird imagination. Hopefully they keep you entertained until I can write more of my m...