I stand alone. My face seems like a picture I know. A voice I've never heard. Feelings in my heart I've never learned. You're always in my head and I'll try and follow in your steps.
I promise everyday I'll make you proud and I wish that you could see me now. 'Cause nothing can imitate what we have. And no one feels the pull but me and you.
Maybe you would be so proud. Do you still feel the pull that's me for you?