Anna: Spare...?
Am I really just the spare?
I'm not part of the town,
not born to be queen.
Just somebody hopelessly in between.
She's the scholar,
athlete,
poet
I'm the screw up,
don't I know it
But then who could ever compare?
Of course they're gonna think I'm just the spare.
Well I won't care.
So I'm the extra button on a coat,
In case another one comes loose.
But if I have to be a button,
Why can't I be a button that's of use? (oops!)
I may lack style,
and I may lack grace,
And once in a while I might fall on my face!
But this little button deserves a place in the sky!
This button wants to fly-
Wait,
buttons can't fly,
it doesn't make any sense!
So I'm a rusty horseshoe hanging up,
Over somebody's old barn door.
And I'll be hanging there forever,
Just wishing the horse had one leg more!
And maybe I can't be the perfect one,
And maybe I err on the side of fun.
But horseshoes need a chance to run somewhere!
This horseshoe is more than just a spare.
Someday I'll find my thing,
A thing that's on my own.
That thing that makes me part of something,
Not just all alone.
If only all this feeling I have in my heart,
Could mean something to someone,
how I'd love to play that part!
So I'm just the second born sister,
Who most of the town ignores!
Like a button,
like a horseshoe,
Like a girl who's bad at metaphors!
Maybe I don't have a magic touch,
And maybe I don't have a talent as such.
Just this heart with much too much too share!
So I'll never be the heir,
but I'm more than just a spare!!
(You hear something crash and fall into water) sorry!
