In Love With Being In Love

September 3, 2010
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I have spent almost half of my life dreaming,
Hoping, wishing and wanting one thing.
Sometimes I feel like screaming,
From the lack of happiness it brings.
But no one could have foretold,
My anger at everything up above,
For since I was eight years old,
I've been in love with being in love.
No matter what my life brings,
I feel myself unable to lie:
There is nothing, and I mean nothing,
That I want more than my perfect guy.
I don't mean perfect guy as in:
Perfect hair that never falls out of place,
I don't even mean,
A perfect personality that no one could hate.
I want my perfect guy,
The one who is far from perfect,
The one who tells me little white lies,
Because he knows I'm worth it.
A guy who has a million flaws,
That make me love him even more,
A guy who makes me pause,
A guy I'm unable to ignore.
And when he looks at me,
People take me aside,
And say they can tell he loves me,
Just by the look in his eyes.
A guy I can talk to,
Without even talking at all,
A guy who always knows,
To catch me when I fall.
A guy who will hold me tight,
And never let go.
I wake up in the middle of the night,
Because I already know...
I may never get this guy,
And it might be too much to wish for,
But again, I am unable to lie:
It's everything I've ever wanted – and more.
I look down sadly,
Because I just can't resist...
I've never wanted something as badly,
As I want this.
Every 11:11, coin tossed in the fountains,
Birthday candles blown out, and shooting star,
With every passing cloud and mountain,
I wish for you – wherever you are.
Maybe I've never met you,
You might not even exist – I suppose.
I wonder if you dream of me too,
Heck – you may even be under my nose.
I have spent almost half of my life dreaming,
Hoping, wishing and wanting one thing.
Sometimes I feel like screaming,
From the lack of happiness it brings.
But no one could have foretold,
My anger at everything up above,
For since I was eight years old,
I've been in love with being in love.
Every 11:11, coin tossed in the fountains,
Birthday candles blown out, and shooting star,
With every passing cloud and mountain,
I wish for you – wherever you are.
I can't stop thinking of you,
Wondering in every way,
About all I've built up.
And no matter what you do,
No matter what you say,
I will never give up.
Every 11:11, coin tossed in the fountains,
Birthday candles blown out, and shooting star,
With every passing cloud and mountain,
I wish for you – wherever you are.





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