someone once told me that strangers are friends or lovers we havent met yet
is it possible?
that you my dear stranger will love me oneday
hold me and kiss me
how i wish it would be
but i have to tell my self the truth
that life isn't a fairytail
that i'm not some princess
and your not my prince
you're happy with your life
with her
and i'm just some stupid girl that looks at you from a far hoping that you'd someday notice
notice that i've been in love you for too long
and that i have to move on