Alana

Just let it go
They tell her, "no"
'coz these things don't work out

She packs her bag
She's not coming back
She has dreams to make out
A journey, a taste of a dream
Scar -- she'll deny, she won't cry

She says,
" baby, sometimes i feel like a clown
Working my way around town
Saving my last dime
To feed my dreams
And maybe, my name could light up this town
I could stand out from this crowd
Take all the chances
To be what i hope to be
What i'm meant to be..."

Works for a tip
Her bitter life she sips
Day dreaming for her way out

Yearns for that chase
Struggles some days
Holds a life with no doubts
A journey, a taste of a dream
Scar -- she'll deny, she won't cry

A journey, a thrill, a taste of a dream
A scar -- she'll deny, she won't cry