Better

I often turn my face to the sky
I talk to whatever thinking it might like me if I say — HI….
I used to ask myself the question who is it that I’m talking to
Why do I need to believe
There’s something more than just here and now
I guess somehow
It makes me feel better
Is there a purpose a reason why
Would it matter if I lived or died
Is someone watching every step I take
Cause I can’t help it but I really think that I am
So very special, the world won’t spin without me
I might seem crazy to think I’m «all that»
But I think we all do
Don’t U?
And if there’s a God above
I hope it’s me he loves
That I’m his favorite girl
It would make me feel better