I dial his number, & want to push ‘send’
I’m trying my hardest to refrain
I can’t believe I’m falling for him
This will probably all go down the drain…
He’s sweet & he’s nice
But he’s definitely not my type
Though, now that I think twice..
I need to change my brand of ‘guy’
The particular breed of ‘conceited jerk’
Seems to be what I gravitate toward.
But obviously that really doesn’t work
It’s not what I want, looking forward
I hate to be cliché & trite
In comparing it to day & night
But I really feel my hopes arise
I really see a truth in his light
Cloudy, grey, miserable days
Can no longer suppress my joy
For I’m illuminated by dazzling rays
radiating from the eyes of that boy
I wonder about tomorrow
I wonder if maybe it will turn out
It’s like I can’t be consumed by sorrow
As long as he is around
Even if I’ve misunderstood this connection
& even if he doesn’t feel the same way toward me,
I thank God for the glimpse of that reflection
…that glimpse of lighted hope in my destiny
I guess we’ll see tomorrow
What this means today
But for now I will not sorrow
for through his eyes, shine forth sun-rays.
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