Maybe to you I’m just the freaky girl across the street. Maybe I’m just the girl in the race you beat. Maybe I’m the girl you think is nuts. Maybe I’m the girl that’s weak and you think has no guts. Maybe you think I’m dumb for liking The Beatles, And sewing with clothe and needles. Maybe I’m just your daughter. Maybe the one who drank your water. Maybe I’m just the one with annoying calls, Maybe I’m the one you don’t know at all. Maybe I'm the girl you know as Ska, Or the one who accidentally broke the law. Maybe you know me as the weird one who plays guitar, Or the girl who dreams of being a rock star. Maybe I’m the one you admire or like. Maybe just the girl who rides her bike. Maybe I’m the one you hate. Maybe I’m just the girl that you date. Maybe I'm the girl you love, Maybe I'm the girl you look down on from the stars above. Maybe I’m just the girl who writes e-mails and sends, Or maybe I’m just one of your good friends. Hopefully I’m something to you. Even if you hate me, that’s ok too. I’ll still pray and love you.