Am I really just the spare
I'm not part of the town not
born to be queen
Just somebody hopelessly inbetween
She's the scolar athlete poet
I'm the screw up don't
I know it
But then who could ever compare
Of course they're gonna think
I'm just the spare
Well I won't care
So I'm the extra button on a coat
In case an other one comes lose
But if I have to be a button
Why can't I be a button that's
of use oops
I may like style and I may like
grace
And once in a while I fall
on my face
But this little button deserves
a place in the sky
This button wants to fly
Wait buttons can't fly it
doesn't make any sense
So I'm a rusty horseshoe
hanging up
Over somebody's old barn door
And I'll be hanging there forever
Just wishing the horse had one
leg more
And maybe I can't be the
perfect one
And maybe I air on the side of fun
But horseshoes need a chance to
run somewhere
This horseshoe is more than just
a spare
Someday I'll find my thing
A thing that's on my own
That thing that makes me part of
something
Not just all alone
If only all this feeling
I have in my heart
Could mean something to someone
how I'd love to play that part
So I'm just the second born
sister
Who most of the time ignores
Like a button like a horseshoe
Like a girl who's bad at
metaphors
Maybe I don't have a magic touch
And maybe I don't have a talent
as such
Just this heart with much too
much to share
So I'll never be the heir but
I'm more than just a spare
Sorry