[Rachel bites her lower lip for a moment before she glances off camera.]
Have you ever loved someone so badly that you would do anything for them? Anything to keep them happy, anything to get them to look at you, anything to pull them closer to you? You love them so much that you feel like you can't breathe if they aren't at your side, at every hour of the day, and when they don't look your way, you feel like you want to cry?
Certain songs remind you of them and you can't listen to them without crying. You walk down the hall and you want so badly for them to notice you and they just won't. And when they finally do -- you just want to sing it from the rooftops because you feel that special.
[And, finally, Rachel looks at the camera. Her eyes are wet, but she shows no sadness. Instead, it's just the look of a girl who has given her heart one too many times to one too many strangers. It's a weary sort of expression -- one Rachel lacked before she left.]
I'm not meant to be that girl who gets to keep it all the time, because I'm never the girl who can change herself to keep it, because I won't be. I won't be pretty enough, I won't be the head cheerleader, I won't be talented enough -- but I will be Rachel Berry, at the end of the day.
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Have you ever loved someone so badly that you would do anything for them? Anything to keep them happy, anything to get them to look at you, anything to pull them closer to you? You love them so much that you feel like you can't breathe if they aren't at your side, at every hour of the day, and when they don't look your way, you feel like you want to cry?
Certain songs remind you of them and you can't listen to them without crying. You walk down the hall and you want so badly for them to notice you and they just won't. And when they finally do -- you just want to sing it from the rooftops because you feel that special.
[And, finally, Rachel looks at the camera. Her eyes are wet, but she shows no sadness. Instead, it's just the look of a girl who has given her heart one too many times to one too many strangers. It's a weary sort of expression -- one Rachel lacked before she left.]
I'm not meant to be that girl who gets to keep it all the time, because I'm never the girl who can change herself to keep it, because I won't be. I won't be pretty enough, I won't be the head cheerleader, I won't be talented enough -- but I will be Rachel Berry, at the end of the day.
I won't give that up for the world.