Dreams

Brown waves stand next to luscious blond curls

A little shy teenager in a sea full of girls

With her TV set on and her radio up high

Watching the clouds, thinking about the guy

The guy that lives in the neighborhood next door

The one boy she loves and also abhors

Wishing he would send a glance her way

But sadly, that’s just way too cliché

xx

(Chorus)

So she’ll wait for her chance to smile

As much as she doesn’t want to, she’ll stay

Watching him with those other girls

Feeling her stupid heart crumbling away

She plays all of the love songs on repeat

Dreaming up the fantasies inside her head

Mixing the reality with her fairy tale place

Stories are easier than the things left unsaid

xx

She wanted that glass slipper that fit her foot

And the tiara and the dresses and the hair

Instead she got was homework and tears

Prince Charming was obviously not there

xx

(Chorus)

So she’ll wait for her chance to smile

As much as she doesn’t want to, she’ll stay

Watching him with those other girls

Feeling her stupid heart crumbling away

She plays all of the love songs on repeat

Dreaming up the fantasies inside her head

Mixing the reality with her fairy tale place

Stories are easier than the things left unsaid

xx

Her journal is tired of hearing about him

And her brain has run out of schemes

She hides it all with smiles and laughs

Maybe it’s time to give up those dreams

xx

(Chorus x2)

So she’ll wait for her chance to smile

As much as she doesn’t want to, she’ll stay

Watching him with those other girls

Feeling her stupid heart crumbling away

She plays all of the love songs on repeat

Dreaming up the fantasies inside her head

Mixing the reality with her fairy tale place

Stories are easier than the things left unsaid

xx

She hides it all with smiles and laughs

Maybe it’s time to give up those dreams

A/n.

I wrote this song, obviously, about the guy I currently like. It seems like he doesn't think I exist, and I, being the hopeless romantic I am, make up 'fairy tales' in which a connection between him and me. It's a bad habit of mine and I really should stop, haha. But as usually, Word Doc was just a place I vented the feelings. Tell me whatcha think! - B