t's a big girl world now, full of big girl things, and everyday I wish I was small. I've been counting on nothing, but he keeps giving me his word, and i'm tired of hearing myself speak. Do you get weary? Do you ever get weak? How do you dream when you can't fall asleep? I've been wondering what you're thinking, and if you like my dress tonight. Would you still say you love me under this ordinary moonlight? I'm so afraid of what you'd say, I'd like to know if you'd be open to starting over from scratch. I'd like to know if you'd be open to giving me a second chance. I used to think I was special...