A girl lives down the street from me,
her hair is bright sun blonde.
I stare when she walks by outside,
but she doesn’t seem to care.
and walks away.
Oh why oh why,
does this girl make me cry,
she’s beautiful in every way.
I write and write,
about this girl,
each and every day.
I put my letters,
in her box,
but I don’t receive any response.
One day I realized,
that she wasn’t meant for me,
so I stopped everything about thee.