I am an observer and a hopeless romantic
I wonder when life will let me have a say
I hear his voice strong, even in a whisper
I see the tearful child lost and scared
I want the truth...
I am an observer and a hopeless romantic
I pretend that this life is a dream...when will I wake?
I feel my heart pounding
I touch my bangs self conciously
I worry about lost love and money
I cry everytime I realize this is the life I live
I am an observer and a hopeless romantic
I understand that the world isn't perfect
I say we are all "...interesting." at times
I dream about why the world is this way
I try to write my heart out
I hope that life and love will find a path that leads to me
I am an observer and a hopeless romantic
I wonder when life will let me have a say
I hear his voice strong, even in a whisper
I see the tearful child lost and scared
I want the truth...
I am an observer and a hopeless romantic
I pretend that this life is a dream...when will I wake?
I feel my heart pounding
I touch my bangs self conciously
I worry about lost love and money
I cry everytime I realize this is the life I live
I am an observer and a hopeless romantic
I understand that the world isn't perfect
I say we are all "...interesting." at times
I dream about why the world is this way
I try to write my heart out
I hope that life and love will find a path that leads to me
I am an observer and a hopeless romantic