I suppose that I should count my blessings For a young thing my world is not too bad Got a window
a place with a pillow and a friend or two But ever since I saw his face that morning Nothing else has got the same summer sheen Will he notice my eyes have got so lonely? He may not be the one but I want him for my own and I know I am not good at not getting what I want Maybe I sound like a spoilt baby But I know that there are some who have it all I want to join them
to feel that glow around me I want him more each day ?cos he never looks my way and I know I am not good at not getting what I want If we ever found ourselves together I can promise I will love you every day But I ve a feeling seeing is believing You never look my way so I want you more than I can say |
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