She Will Be Loved

Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else

Life is stressful sometimes. Not just sometimes, a lot of times. I find that it is harder and harder to stay motivated for things, but yet so easy. And not just school either. Life. Life is hard to remain motivated for.

I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I’ve had you so many times but somehow
I want more

Do you ever just want to get into your car and drive? That is exactly how I feel. I want to drive forever. And not stop. But I would have to stop. I would hate to go driving alone though. I want to look over and see someone sitting next to me. While we drive and drive, listening to one song over and over, without saying anything but the lyrics on the radio.

I don’t mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

What is a broken smile? I assume that I have had one many times, but I could not define it. Maybe it is one that does not exist. Broken smile = no smile? I just do not know. Love is a good thing. When everything else just seems to not work right, you need love. Of course, the most important love would be God’s. But I just do not think it is the only one you need. To live yes, but to live a good life… I just do not know…

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get insecure
It doesn’t matter anymore

I am not beautiful. At least, I do not believe that I am. It is weird, because I used to be able to look in the mirror and realize that I was at least pretty. But that does not work anymore. I just want to cry. I stood in front of the mirror and told myself that I was beautiful today. I think I am the only one that can convince me of that now.

It’s not always rainbows and butterflies
It’s compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door’s always open
You can come anytime you want

I don’t mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

I am loved. It is something that I need to be told though. I need to be told that people love me for who I am. I need to know that I am wanted here. And even if I have a broken smile everyday for the next year, I am loved. No matter what I believe.

I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls