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