Wallflower

Silent
Blameless
Standing at the edge of the room

Bright eyes, new dress
She blends in, defenseless
Safe in solitude

Watching, waiting, hesitating
Never asking for a turn
When a voice inside her head shouts
"When will you learn?"

You gotta dance
You gotta move
You gotta live
Like you have something to prove
This is the last song
Don't let it be the last call
You are more than a flower on the wall

He is standing across the room
Hazel eyes with a hint of blue
Suddenly he sees her

Hands sweat, heart pounds
Tries to talk, but it's too loud
The night's a blur

Watching, waiting, hesitating
He is reaching for her hand
You gotta dance
You gotta move
You gotta live
Like you have something to prove
This is the last song
Don't let it be the last call
You are more than a flower on the wall

Don't stand there speechless
Speak up and be heard
Why wait a lifetime for the life you deserve
Each minute you've missed
Is a moment you've lost
This fear that defines you is not worth the cost

You otta to dance
You otta to move
You otta live this life
Like you have something to loose
If this is the last song
Don't let it be the last call
You are more than a flower on the wall



Credits
Writer(s): Emily Morgan Myers
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