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She has been in love and so have I;
It is vague because hers has been returned
And no one will give one to this guy;
If there is something new I have learned
It's that I am a loner in this world
Of instant love and great passion,
Because I have prayed for a lovely girl;
I am still without one so saddened.

I speak softly and clear,
Listen to me;
I speak boldly without fear,
Listen to me;
Listen to me.

I have no comtempt for society;
Yet, I have urges to be against it;
To someday experience love by variety,
When the time comes I may not be lovesick;
I may perhaps be unamazed
With the strong, yet habitual term in love;
I would not be as a crazed,
Because I will be jaded of this just enough.

I pray solemnly and stern,
Listen to me;
I pray truthfully with earn,
Listen to me;
Listen to me.

I am just seventeen years of age
With dreams of love so impossible;
As my emotions trigger an outrage,
My courtship for love becomes hostile;
But I am only a babe in the world so wide;
If you ask me about love,
I can only tell you what I feel inside,
Because right now that all I dream of.

I dream mistically and surreal,
Listen to me;
I dream only about what I feel,
Listen to me;
Listen to me.