What They Say Doesn't Matter
Sometimes I'm afraid that all this is just some crazy dream,
that I could wake up from with a snap of someone's two fingers.
But I knew that can't happen because this is all too realistic to be a dream.
Because, I understand what it feels like now,
the rush of all these crazy emotions.
They always say,
"No, you're too young to understand,
what it's like,
the feeling of love,
the quick beating of the heart,
the need to get the same love out of the other."
But, honey, I don't think so.
I bet you that if I told anybody,
. . . what I was feeling inside,
most would run and hide
every time they saw me coming.
People would get the gossip
and each time they saw my face
they'd whisper,
"Oh, god. Not her.
Look at her, doesn't she look sook so fake?
She think she understands,
but I bet you,
she has no idea. . . ."
Then I'd never have a place in their world anymore,
but I'm telling you,
it doesn't matter,
because all I want is you.
They always say,
"No, you're too young to understand,
what it's like,
the feeling of love,
the quick beating of the heart,
the need to get the same love out of the other."
But, honey, I don't think so.
So, why does it matter?
What the others say?
When you're absolutely sure that what you're heart says is true?
And if somehow,
what you believe is a lie.
They should still leave it alone,
because . . . you'll find that out in time.
The people of this world should that I am me
and you are you,
and that only our own hearts can know what we feel inside,
not what they think inside their minds.
Because, I understand what it feels like now,
the rush of all these crazy emotions.
They always say,
"No, you're too young to understand,
what it's like,
the feeling of love,
the quick beating of the heart,
the need to get the same love out of the other."
But, honey, I don't think so.
Because what they say doesn't matter.
that I could wake up from with a snap of someone's two fingers.
But I knew that can't happen because this is all too realistic to be a dream.
Because, I understand what it feels like now,
the rush of all these crazy emotions.
They always say,
"No, you're too young to understand,
what it's like,
the feeling of love,
the quick beating of the heart,
the need to get the same love out of the other."
But, honey, I don't think so.
I bet you that if I told anybody,
. . . what I was feeling inside,
most would run and hide
every time they saw me coming.
People would get the gossip
and each time they saw my face
they'd whisper,
"Oh, god. Not her.
Look at her, doesn't she look sook so fake?
She think she understands,
but I bet you,
she has no idea. . . ."
Then I'd never have a place in their world anymore,
but I'm telling you,
it doesn't matter,
because all I want is you.
They always say,
"No, you're too young to understand,
what it's like,
the feeling of love,
the quick beating of the heart,
the need to get the same love out of the other."
But, honey, I don't think so.
So, why does it matter?
What the others say?
When you're absolutely sure that what you're heart says is true?
And if somehow,
what you believe is a lie.
They should still leave it alone,
because . . . you'll find that out in time.
The people of this world should that I am me
and you are you,
and that only our own hearts can know what we feel inside,
not what they think inside their minds.
Because, I understand what it feels like now,
the rush of all these crazy emotions.
They always say,
"No, you're too young to understand,
what it's like,
the feeling of love,
the quick beating of the heart,
the need to get the same love out of the other."
But, honey, I don't think so.
Because what they say doesn't matter.