Friday, April 17, 2009

Times Like These

At times like these I talk to you as if you're here
As if you can see my tears and kiss them away, kiss them away
It's gonna be ok, I love you
I like to pretend you can, you are
And think of what you'd say to me if you could see
The place I'm in, the war I fight,
and all the times I need you like the moon needs the night
All the moments I miss you thinking I'll just pick up the phone
Give you a call, tell you all about it, listen to your voice and
hear about your life so I don't have to feel so alone in this world
In this striving world of pressure.
Just your voice on the voicemail greeting is enough
To make me smile. And I can sing a silly song to make sure you know
I'm thinking of you - I'm yours and no one else in the world
Has my heart. It's just you.
Where are you? Where are you? Why am I?
Why?
I'm just a girl!
Yeah but you’re a beautiful girl, you're my girl.
Ahh, right there's a Mister Man for the ages.
Might as well accept it. You don't always get what you want.
It would be foolish to think so.
I for one can NEVER get what I want.
'Cause that would be you.

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