Oh, the feeling that I have
Hiding here for you inside
You don't know how many times
I've wished I had told you
You don't know how many times
I've wished that I could hold you
You don't know how many times I've wished
that I could mold you into someone
Oh, perish is the word that more than
applies to the hope in my heart.
That I am not gonna be the one
That I am not gonna be the one
And I am not gonna be the one
To share what seems to be the
life that you would cherish
As much as I cherish yours
Or am I beginning to think
The words that would make you want me
That have the right amount of letters
You don't know how many times
I've wished I had told you
You don't know how many times I've
wished that I could hold you, yeah
That I could mold you into someone
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