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 Œcos 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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