Saturday, 4 December 2010
03:35:38 AM (GMT)
feeling free, please wait for me.
you take my hand, you smile.
but i'm still way back at the first day.
you say my hands are so cute, so tiny, so soft, but my arms are practically as long
i may not be a cuddler, though you are.
but we don't have to be so different.
your life has been hard, mine has been lame.
but that doesn't mean that i don't understand.
we can relate, you make me laugh, i can do the same.
if only i could get out of this game.
i'm trying so hard, to make you see what i want you to see.
do you believe me i'm different?
do you see the bright, smiling girl fighting behind the unamused face?
because she's there, and she knows she could win you if you'd just wait for her
right now, there's nothing, nothing at all that i can see that you see in me.
but somehow, we're here, we're holding hands.
you smile, you say, may i have this dance.
reluctantly, i try to give in, but i'm not used to caving that way.
i wish you would wait, just wait, she's coming.
that girl in a grin has lots to say.