Anna: Spare...? Am I really just the spare?
I´m not part of the town, not born to be queen
Just somebody hopelessly in-between
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 to share
So I´ll never be the heir, but I´m more than just a spare