Let's Go Back, Back To The Beginning.

You Have This Way Of Making Me Feel Like I Can Fly.

I Think People Assume I'm Perfect. I'm Not. I Make Mistakes. I Do Things I Regret. I'm Stubborn.

Every Week I Read About Myself In A Magazine, About Something That I Haven't Done Or Some Place That I've Never Been Or Don't Even Know. It's Just Gossip, Rumors, Egos, And Politics.

Id Rather Be Seen The Way I Am Now Instead Of Falling Over Myself Walking Out Of A Club.

Someday You'll Find The Place It's The Place Where Love Takes Over Hate Then You'll See All The Things You Do Affect Everyone Around You Then You'll See There's No Fear At All You Held My Hand, We Took Down That Wall As I Looked At You With Nothing To Say Now I Understand Why You Pushed Me Away I Looked Far And Now I See That The Only One I Needed Was Me