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How do we measure true success in a world like ours? Is it the money in my pocket that I ain't got? Is it the number of people that I tried to love? Is it how many arguments I think I've cleverly won? Or is it in the smiles I can bring to your face? I'm telling you like I tell myself: "I refuse to believe there's only one." To each their own; even this could change. I'm telling you like I tell myself: "I wish I could say I even had a clue." How do we know it's truly forever in a heart like yours? Is it on a day I can magically read your mind? Is it when things before your eyes shake and blur? Is it even after you've already told me so? Or does it just take 3 licks of a Tootsie-Pop? I'm telling you like I tell myself: "I refuse to believe there's only one." To each their own; even this could change. I'm telling you like I tell myself: "I wish I could say I even had a clue." How do you depict the strength of one's confidence? Is it in the ease you can lie to all, but one? Is it in the stuffed animals you now can lose? Is it in the shame you never have to worry 'bout? Or can I prove it with my honesty in a letter? I'm telling you like I tell myself: "I refuse to believe it's easy like that." To each their own, and time doesn't quake. I'm telling you like I tell myself: "I wish I could say I even had a clue." They say it's hard not to love the people who say they love you, first. But I'm telling you like I tell myself: "To each their own," and I'm afraid to know. WIll I drive you crazy if I tell you like I tell myself: "I wish I could say I even had a clue."