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.
