...being twenty-three years old,
knowing who the perfect guy for you is,
and knowing that he has no clue.
Guess I'll wait here...
hoping,
dreaming,
trusting... that some day he'll open his eyes.
Once perfection blurs your vision,
its hard to imagine anyone else,
even if they are within reach.
even if they are within reach.
I'm not saying he is perfect,
i'm not that naive,
i'm not that naive,
but he is perfect for me... expect for the fact that he doesn’t see it.
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