I am the girl who reads between the lines.
I wonder how people can be so blind.
I hear whispers of two forbidden lovers in the dark.

I see them hold each other, never letting go.
I want them to be happy.
I am the girl who reads between the lines.

I pretend, just for a moment, that I am one of them.
I feel his arms come around me.
I touch his face, and the dream slips away.
I worry about their safety.
I cry when they are torn apart.
I am the girl who reads between the lines.

I dream about their happiness.
I try to help with the big things, so they can focus on the small ones.
I hope for the best for them.
I am the girl who read between the lines.