WISHING FOR LOVE

I’m walking around on my feet
thinking about a boy, so sweet
dreaming and hoping will he be there
telling him about love and that I care

showing what I mean with love
but knowing it’s not enough
so I’m walking with his face in my head
he’s my dope, my energy that I get

also thinking about dragons and steel
but that’s not what I feel
someday I hope he’d get to my mind
wishing he’d threat it right

love isn’t fun, it isn’t fair
the question is still, does he care
sitting here, waiting for years
will he come, again those tears

love is a feeling that was gave
made me act like a fool and live like a slave
he’s like an angel, up in the sky
still that question, I wonder why

he has set my heart on fire
hoping someday, he will be my desire