She sits by her window
Waiting,
Watching.
Wondering when the day will come,
When she will find true love
She watches in wonder,
In sorrow and sometimes hapiness
But she hasn't found it yet
What makes her think she will ever find it?
If she doesn't go out and see the world for what
It truely is
Waiting,
Watching.
Wondering when the day will come,
When she will find true love
She watches in wonder,
In sorrow and sometimes hapiness
But she hasn't found it yet
What makes her think she will ever find it?
If she doesn't go out and see the world for what
It truely is
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