More Than Just the Spare (Outtake)

Anna:

Spare...? Am I really just the spare?

I’m not part of the town, not born to be queen

Just somebody hopelessly inbetween

She’s the scholar, athlete, poet

I’m the screw up, don’t I know it

But then who could ever compare?

Of course they’re gonna think

I’m just the spare

Well I won’t care

So I’m the extra button on a coat

In case another one comes loose

But if I have to be a button

Why can't I be a button that’s of use? (oops!)

I may lack style and I may lack grace

And once in a while I might fall on my face

But this little button deserves a place in the sky

This button wants to fly

Wait, buttons can’t fly,

it doesn’t make any sense!

So I’m a rusty horseshoe hanging up

Over somebody’s old barn door

And I’ll be hanging there forever

Just wishing the horse had one leg more

And maybe I can’t be the perfect one

And maybe I err on the side of fun

But horseshoes need a chance to run somewhere

This horseshoe is more than just a spare

Someday I’ll find my thing

A thing that’s on my own

That thing that makes me part of something

Not just all alone

If only all this feeling I have in my heart

Could mean something to someone,

how I’d love to play that part

So I’m just the second born sister

Who most of the town ignores

Like a button, like a horseshoe

Like a girl who’s bad at metaphors

Maybe I don’t have a magic touch

And maybe I don’t have a talent as such

Just this heart with much too much too share

So I’ll never be the heir,

but I’m more than just a spare