This song is absolutely what I felt when I fell in love with a certain hard-to-forget boy. Please read and review, and let me know that someone else out there is going through the same thing.

I Do Not Own This Song. This song belongs to Wicked, a fantastic musical.


He caught my eye from across the floor,

and it would have been rude not to dance with him.

Hands touch,

It had nothing to do with the way

my traitor of a heart slammed when he looked my way,

eyes meet

or the way it flipped

when his beautiful grey eyes looked right through me,

and my façade.

Sudden silence,

My quick breathing

was not because of the way it felt

with him so near,

sudden heat

and I'm sure I was just imagining

the look of love in his eyes.

Hearts leap in a giddy whirl

I could only feel his heart beat

because the dance was so difficult.

He could be that boy

I'm sure I'm just imagining

that I love him.

But I'm not that girl

Because how can I love him,

when I'm sure he doesn't love me?

Don't dream too far

How could he?

Don't lose sight of who you are

We come from two different worlds.

Don't remember that rush of joy

It doesn't matter what we feel.

He could be that boy

It doesn't matter that I dream of him.

I'm not that girl

Or that he dreams of me.

Ev'ry so often we long to steal

Though his voice is always so gentle

in my dreams,

To the land of what-might-have-been

and his touch so soft,

But that doesn't soften the ache we feel

all the dreaming in the world didn't ease the pain

When reality sets back in

of seeing her pretty,

Blithe smile,

smiling face,

lithe limb

so close to his,

She who's winsome, she wins him

when she kissed him

Gold hair with a gentle curl

and he kissed her.

That's the girl he chose

And though I don't care,

And Heaven knows

and though I don't love him,

I'm not that girl:

when he looked up to see me standing there,

Don't wish, don't start

and his eyes saw me

Wishing only wounds the heart

and looked through me to see the pain in my heart

I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl

I ran so far that his beautiful grey eyes couldn't find me.

There's a girl I know

Time has passed, since then,

and eventually I look at him with mostly dry eyes & mostly healed heart,

He loves her so

& I mostly forget about him loving her.

I'm not that girl:

And I mostly remember

not to dream-

that I'm not that girl.