Keep marching on…
Even if no one stands by yourself,
When your dear ones abandon you,
When negative vibes try to control your mind,
Keep marching on…
Even if no one stands by yourself,
When your dear ones abandon you,
When negative vibes try to control your mind,
Keep marching on…
I wonder what it’s like to be pretty,
I guess I’ll never know.
Why would a sixteen-year-old claim she’s not pretty?
Wherever I don’t see you,
Are all those places
Where I feel lonely.
Knowing the mistakes I make,
You always held my hand,
To make me choose wisely.