All day I think of you
Waiting to see you
Hoping you'll hold me in your arms
I say, "Hello."
You say, "I gotta go."
Why can't you see that I love you?
All my friends love your hair
The muscles you bear
Wondering if you know they're there
I sit and stare
Hoping someday you'll know that I love you.
At your games I always cheer
But I assume I blend in with the crowd
Not even knowing where I'm at
Or if I'm there.
For the dance I get dressed up
And I stand with my friends
Waiting for you to come
But I guess you aren't there
For all the dances are done.
You look at all the prettiest, popularist girls
Listening to their pointless stories
And watching them flip their hair
And bite their nails
Just so you have a hot date
But why can't you see
The love is all in me?
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
So I guess I'm not beautiful in your eyes
But only if you could see
The inside of me.
I grow up
And after only hatred from you
My love has given away
And I work on just loving me.
I become a famous singer
One with the most beauty
And you notice me
But you had your chance
And now maybe someday you'll see
That beauty is not something you have
It's something you be.
I have to say that this is one of my favorites. Again I feel myself relating. I have had my eye on this really wonderful girl for a long time now and sometimes it seemed as if she didn’t even notice me. You know that rule I had that I wouldn’t break unless you asked me to? Well that’s like the whole you had your chance thing. You could be a famous singer if you really wanted to. I have faith in you.