The Girl You Love I don’t want diamonds, I don’t need a throne. I just want somewhere I can call home. A little fire, a little warmth A hand reaching for me in the storm I want flowers.A night that’s planned because you’re in love. I want to feel precious in your hands Not like somebody you just have to understand.I want to tell you when something hurts.Without watching you turn it into what you’re worth.You say you’re never good enough.But somehow I’m the one apologizing for wanting love.So I bite my tongue, I swallow my tears.I make myself smaller just to keep you near.‘Cause every time I tell you what I need.You look at me like you’d be better off without me.I don’t want to be the girl you tolerate.The one you love when she doesn’t ask too much.I don’t want to be your easy, fun escape.While I’m starving for a little tenderness and touch.I want to be the one you can’t wait to see.The one you choose when nobody else can see.I want to feel like I’m your heart, not your burden.