There's a girl somewhere
who really does care.
She constantly thinks of you;
remembers all you say and do.
She is always wishing for you, too;
like with the candles on her birthday cake,
as she hopes you won't let her heart break.
Everyday she waits for your call,
eager to hear your charming drawl.
Yet the phone hasn't rung;
so she waits, biting her tongue.
She's too afraid to ask you for a date,
but too impatient to just sit and wait.
But she does anyway.
She waits everyday,
her hope chipping away.
And yet somehow she holds on fast,
to a love she knows won't last.
I know this, for you see,
the 'she' I refer to is really just me.