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Expecting To Be Special
Am I good enough to be the one tonight?
I didn't comb my hair and sparkle my dress for nothing, right?
Wasn't I good enough to walk behind you?
Standing in the back row where those lights don't blind you
Was I good when we had our first night?
I made myself look pretty just to be deflowered before twilight
Can I be that one again? Is it okay to cross the line where
I want more than a friend?
See being special to someone is normal
But I'm looking to you for comfort and the non-formals
We've been through so much
You said I was good enough once
I don't want just the usual and corgial
My expectations are going straight fast forward
I stood before shaking with a quiver
So how can you stand there and then not deliver?
You needed me before all the hype
When you had all these random faces in sight
I was right there when it worked and even the times it hurt
Wasn't I special?....Is it hard to believe what I wanted from you?
What you just read is the expectation of some men and women in life. Try to remember that we too are special and what is important. I've spent my world knowing love is patient, love is kind and that I will never cry on Sundays. But I do know that if it means a lot to you, then make it special...
I didn't comb my hair and sparkle my dress for nothing, right?
Wasn't I good enough to walk behind you?
Standing in the back row where those lights don't blind you
Was I good when we had our first night?
I made myself look pretty just to be deflowered before twilight
Can I be that one again? Is it okay to cross the line where
I want more than a friend?
See being special to someone is normal
But I'm looking to you for comfort and the non-formals
We've been through so much
You said I was good enough once
I don't want just the usual and corgial
My expectations are going straight fast forward
I stood before shaking with a quiver
So how can you stand there and then not deliver?
You needed me before all the hype
When you had all these random faces in sight
I was right there when it worked and even the times it hurt
Wasn't I special?....Is it hard to believe what I wanted from you?
What you just read is the expectation of some men and women in life. Try to remember that we too are special and what is important. I've spent my world knowing love is patient, love is kind and that I will never cry on Sundays. But I do know that if it means a lot to you, then make it special...
Published 1st Feb 2018
Author's Note
I've decided to start back slow. Some of my words might be short but the meaning is there. You just have to keep reading to see it.
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