Only If

If I could travel through time, I think I

Would tell myself from the past, "You'll be fine"

But what you don't know is the fun part of fashion and

It's the place where I think all the fun begins

What you don't see is what you believe

But to be is the place where the angels dance

What you don't hear is the voice of fear

When you get passed, that is when your life appears

What you don't touch is what what you won't clutch

But you'll latch on tight when the coast is clear

If I could travel through time, I think I

Would tell myself from the past, "You'll be fine"