Apr 11, 2006 14:32
Don't dream, too far.
Don't lose sight of who you are.
She is windsom-
She wins him.
Gold hair, with a gentle curl.
Thats the girl he chose.
And heaven knows... i'm not that girl.
Don't wish.
Don't start.
Wishing only wounds the heart.
There's a girl I know,
He loves her so.
I'm not that girl.