Room For Three

One way to keep myself sane, it's trying to be busy,
at least trying to look busy.

apparently, i'm not sane...

I don't know what keeps me hanging on,
perhaps it's something we couldn't see,
something buries deep within me.

Nothing's ever perfect
There's no guarantee
And if i knew the answers
It would put my mind at ease
So i'll just keep on going
The way i've gone so far
And maybe i'll end up
Trying to catch a falling star...

-Mutya Buena's real girl-