When I was laying on my back, looking at the ceiling,
I never stopped to think what I should be feeling
And how 'it' was supposed to be great
It was supposed to special not a big mistake
I was looking in your eyes and I started to think
That you're so beautiful its hard to blink
And its different when you're in love
Especially with the man I'd been dreaming of
And I miss you so much that I started to cry
There's nothing more that I want than to hold you real tight
Submitted: November 8th, 2003
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