I look at you and I think I’d like to meet you
I see you and my heart skips a beat
You could have your pick of people
So why would you pick me?
I’d agree
And walk away, back into the norm of nobody
You’ll never see me
I doubt we’ll ever meet
But if we do, I’d like to think I could make you laugh
You’d listen to what I had to say
And when our eyes meet, you’d see right through me
And I’d see right through you
But we’d still stay with what we could see
We’d have everything to live for and we’d feel free
You’d just be you and there’d be no news
I hope I get to tell you that I wrote this for you
But if I don’t, I won’t cry or lose control
I’ll take it with me, to my head then thread it through my soul
And I’ll die knowing that at least it felt true.
To say one day, I wrote this for you.
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