If you’re going to say goodbye, I don’t want to hear it.
Be yourself; Everyone else is taken.
What society calls a loner, a dancer calls a solist. An artist calls a Picaso, an actor calls a lead. A writer calls an author, a musician calls a hit. A scientist calls a genius, and an athlete calls a star.
"Maybe This Time, I'll Win."
My self confidence is lacking. Maybe it’s because I haven’t slept in three days. Maybe it’s because I got a D for a semester grade. Maybe it’s because I’m afraid I’m making the wrong choice for college. Maybe it’s because I love someone who I’m afraid will never love me back. Maybe it’s because I’m breaking out. Maybe it’s...
She’s got the style of a California chick, And the heart of a Southern bell. The attitude of an East Coast bitch, And the will of a Northern Girl. Hair as long as a ray of sun, And a voice as pure as gold. An air that will make you envious, And the drive that’s rare as pearls. Her skin is tanned and rich as carmel, While her soft eyes call you in. Her haughtiness is evident, And...
I breathe, therefore I dance.