When I think of you.
I think back on myself.
That if I told you earlier.
It wouldn't be like this.
Seeing pictures of you with her.
Wishing I was in her place.
Fighting with myself on what I should do.
Stay and hope and wait.
For a fairy-tale come true.
Of move on to someone else.
Who might love me might like I love you.
SO tell me please.
Would you leave that perfect blonde.
For a rough redheaded girl like me.
Or am I mixing everything up.
Like the things you say.
If I push you to much harder.
Would you go away.
It's these things that come to mind.
When I'm all alone.
It's these things that come to mind.
WHEN I THINK OF YOU