She loves her mama's lemonade,
Hates the sound that goodbyes make.
She prays one day she'll find someone to need
She swears that there's no difference,
Between the lies and compliments.
It's all the same if everybody leaves
And every magazine tells her she's not good
The pictures that she sees make her cry.
And she would change everything, everything just ask
Caught in the in between, a beautiful
And she just needs someone to take her home.