All she ever wanted was to be on her own She used to pray at night when she was all alone Even when she was only four She could only be herself when she closed her door All the little girls would laugh at her She knew she didn't really fit in She'd close her eyes and scream when they got too close Nobody tried to get too close again When I'm flying through the sky Everything seems as clear as the night I see myself from down below And I'm sure I'm nothing like anything you know I'm nothing like anything, like anything you know And I don't want pity or sympathy Or anyone to pay attention to me Every story has a happy ending If you learn to have the knack for pretending