I'm sitting here waiting, waiting anxiously waiting for someone to notice me,
I'm sitting here hoping, hoping nervously hoping that no one will notice me,
I'm standing here wanting, wanting eagerly wanting to tell the world what it's like to be me.
I'm standing here lacking, lacking pathetically lacking the right words to tell about me.
I'm laying here thinking, thinking mindlessly thinking of the truth about me.
I'm laying here knowing, knowing happily knowing that this is only the beginning of me.
