You kissed another girl but why couldn't that be me?
Then you say I love you to her why isn't that me your
Saying That to?
When you hug her, why am I not the one to be hugged?
When you protect her from bad things, why aren't I the one to feel safe?
When she cries, how come I'm not the one to crie on your
Shoulder?
When you hold her tight, why can't I be held in your arms?
When you tell her we belong together, why couldn't we be together?
When you make her laugh, how come I can't be the one
To smile and laugh with you?
When you see her smile and start kissing her, why can't that be me?
Then you say I love you to her why isn't that me your
Saying That to?
When you hug her, why am I not the one to be hugged?
When you protect her from bad things, why aren't I the one to feel safe?
When she cries, how come I'm not the one to crie on your
Shoulder?
When you hold her tight, why can't I be held in your arms?
When you tell her we belong together, why couldn't we be together?
When you make her laugh, how come I can't be the one
To smile and laugh with you?
When you see her smile and start kissing her, why can't that be me?
i always thought, and i always knew
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
you were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh
i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house or fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars
you didn't have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
you said your chance at love had past you by
i told I'm here so don't you cry
our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light
you were like my Juliet and i your romeo
you love me i love you that's all i need to know
no longer will you dream of love that's true
no longer will i wander my search has led to you
Take this kiss upon the brow !
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream,
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone ?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few ! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep while I weep!
O God ! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp ?
O God ! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave ?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream ?