text: Its nice to meet you
  I don’t think weve met before
  Youre the same girl
  That almost gave up
  Lying on the bedroom floor
  It’s nice to meet you
  All the pain in those blue eyes
  Is gonna disappear
  Just like the stars do
  When the sun rises
  Ive never been one to cry before
  Never been one to cry
  At least not with an audience
  I kept it all inside
  But I can get hurt
  I can get messy
  I can be blue
  Counting my blessings
  Im not perfect
  But fuck, Im trying
  I can work hard
  I can be sexy
  Still insecure
  Like everybody
  Im not perfect
  But fuck, Im trying
  You look familiar
  With the make-up off your face
  Just another human being
  Trying to finally find your place
  You look familiar
  I know youve been a lonely right
  You never quite fit in
  Youve always been up right outside
  I’ve never been one to cry before
  Never been one to cry
  At least not with an audience
  I kept it all inside
  But I can get hurt
  I can get messy
  I can be blue
  Counting my blessings
  I’m not perfect
  But fuck, Im trying
  I can work hard
  I can be sexy
  Still insecure
  Like everybody
  I’m not perfect
  But fuck, Im trying
  Trying, trying
  Im trying, trying
  Im trying, trying
  Fuck, I’m trying
  Im trying, trying
  Im trying, trying
  Im trying, trying
  Fuck, Im trying
  I can be wrong
  I can be jealous
  But Ill be there
  When nobody else is
  Im not perfect
  Im not perfect
  But I can get hurt
  I can get messy
  I can be blue
  Counting my blessings
  Im not perfect
  But fuck, Im trying
  I can work hard
  I can be sexy
  Im insecure
  Like everybody
  Im not perfect
  But fuck, Im trying
  Trying, trying
  Im trying, trying
  Im trying, trying
  Fuck, Im trying
  Im trying, trying
  Im trying, trying
  Im trying, trying
  Fuck, Im trying