If everyone started off the day singing, just think how happy they'd be.

My angel-boy is close now, as in five-feet-away close. There's no way I'm going to burst into song in front of him. But then the contrary part of me says, you're going to let a boy keep you from singing out loud? Sing, sister! Sing!
So I do, and my angel-boy turns his head.

I live in my own little world. But its ok, they know me here.

Words make you think. Music makes you feel. A song makes you feel a thought.

I know I seem really friendly, but I'm a closet introvert.

We all mess up. It's what we learn from our mistakes that matters.