dazed...
Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in
Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And Heaven knows
I'm not that girl
Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl
I don't know... this just feels apropriate. Maybe I just need some convincing. Maybe I'm already convinced. If this doesn't make sense to you then it prolly doesn't concern you... (just a side note). I just wish I didn't feel so broken and confused. It's been a while...