Poor Jada - Open Your Eyes

I’m a virgin to the eye,

I’m the ever-seeing son,

I’m a rookie to the cookie,

From the (?) one.

I’m not in great demand,

I’m just asking for a hand.

Most good things don’t come alone,

I can’t do this on my own.

Was it free or demand,

For you to create the land?

I can guess, I can wish,

I can only pray a bit.

One can love, one can pray,

What matters is the way,

That you feel deep inside,

It’s something you cannot deny.

Yet I’ll always look up,

And I’ll always look up.

Tell me,

That it gets a little better from here.

Please tell me,

That it gets a little better,

It gets a little better from here.

I’m an angel, unlike my kind,

But I got my pretty flaws.

I’m a human, on my word,

And I’ll try to get along.

Be my girl,

Make me laugh,

Be a lotter to my path.

When our universes collide,

We’ll see the great divide.

And I’ll always look up,

And I’ll always look up,

And I’ll always look up!

Tell me,

That it gets a little better from here.

Please tell me,

That it gets a little better,

It gets a little better from here.

Stop the movie every day,

Everybody’s loving me.

With the people how they act,

They’re so different than the pack.

I’m a lotta bit confused,

And I’m pretty taken back,

But what bothers me the most,

Is the sympathy in fact.

(And I’ll always look up…)

Tell me,

That it gets a little better from here.

Please tell me,

That it gets a little better,

It gets a little better from here.

Tell me,

That it gets a little better from here.

Please tell me,

That it gets a little better,

It gets a little better from here.