On your borrowed clothes
Shiny thing covering the pain,
the only thing thats yours...
Your mom did that.
That must be nice
Getting a chance on someone,
Slow dancing with someone,
Someone you can have.
Hopping on different places,
Some place you admire
Knowing that the chance of it loving you too-
Is in the well than that pretty girl
Genie, I only want one wish
To peek at the future
To see who I am with
To know that im finally loved... by someone i love.
When will they feel sorry for me?
