Casimir
Bluelighter
Just put this together. I don't see it as a song, because it doesn't rhyme all that well, so its a poem, or a collection of Words
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Again.
I look up at the stars,
and ask "when will my time come?"
Because again, I've been berated,
I feel deflated, almost sedated.
I'm not hated,
Just not accepted, into the arms of that girl I desperately want.
I'd trade all I own for time alone with her.
But it seems that she doesn't really want to know, probably. I think.
Can't tell.
Can't tell what she's thinking.
Can't tell.
I just can't tell what that look means.
There's a smile,
but there are a million ways to smile
There is a chance,
but it could be a million-to-one chance.
I've let her know.
Laid my cards on the table.
She plays it cool,
she could play a mean game of poker.
She says she's thinking about it.
Perpetually thinking!
I've been too open,
And I feel like I am sinking.
If she doesn't say soon,
I'll be at the bottom of the sea,
with nothing but fish and dolphins to console me.
I should pull myself together,
but I'm so spread out I don't know where to start.
How about over there?
I could have any girl in this place! Yeah!
No.
No I couldn't. Wouldn't? No, couldn't.
But I know I want her,
and so does she.
Shit! What's a boy to do?
When he gives the game away, the lovesick fool?
I'll think I'll just have to wait.
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I was Nwaves in a previous life
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Again.
I look up at the stars,
and ask "when will my time come?"
Because again, I've been berated,
I feel deflated, almost sedated.
I'm not hated,
Just not accepted, into the arms of that girl I desperately want.
I'd trade all I own for time alone with her.
But it seems that she doesn't really want to know, probably. I think.
Can't tell.
Can't tell what she's thinking.
Can't tell.
I just can't tell what that look means.
There's a smile,
but there are a million ways to smile
There is a chance,
but it could be a million-to-one chance.
I've let her know.
Laid my cards on the table.
She plays it cool,
she could play a mean game of poker.
She says she's thinking about it.
Perpetually thinking!
I've been too open,
And I feel like I am sinking.
If she doesn't say soon,
I'll be at the bottom of the sea,
with nothing but fish and dolphins to console me.
I should pull myself together,
but I'm so spread out I don't know where to start.
How about over there?
I could have any girl in this place! Yeah!
No.
No I couldn't. Wouldn't? No, couldn't.
But I know I want her,
and so does she.
Shit! What's a boy to do?
When he gives the game away, the lovesick fool?
I'll think I'll just have to wait.
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I was Nwaves in a previous life
