More Than Just The Spare
Spare?Am I really just the spare?
I'm not part of the town,Not born to be queenJust somebody hopelessly in-between
She's the scholar, athlete, poetI'm the screw up...Don't I know it
But then who could ever compare?Of curse they're gonna think I'm just the spareWell, I won't care
So I'm the extra button on a coatIn case an other one comes looseBut if I have to be a buttonWhy can't I be a button that's of use?Oops!
I may lack style and I may lack graceAnd once in a while I might fall on my faceBut this little button deserves a place in the skyThis button wants to fly--Wait, buttons can't fly, that doesn't make any sense.
So I'm a rusty horseshoe hanging upOver somebody's old barn doorAnd I'll be hanging there foreverJust wishing the horse had one leg more
And maybe I can't be the perfect oneAnd maybe I err on the side of funBut horseshoes need a chance to run somewhereThis horseshoe is more than just a spare
Someday I'll find my thingA thing that's all my ownThat thing that makes part of somethingNot just all alone
If only all this feeling I have in my heartCould mean something to someoneHow I'd love to play that part
So I'm just the second born sisterWho most of the town ignoresLike a button, like a horseshoeLike girl who's bad at metaphors
Maybe I don't have a magic touchAnd maybe I don't have a talent a suchJust this heart with much too much to shareSo I'll never be the heir,But I'm more than just the spareSorry!