Wondering about you

Every night I go to sleep thinking of you,
Thinking you're lying beside me,
That I wish you could be waking up next to me,
I dream of us together,
Laughing,
Kissing,
Then I wake to find you're not there,
And all I did was stare at you.

I sit in class wondering what your teacher’s talking about,
Is it old people like mine?
To lay it on the line,
This is fine,
I day dream of you,
Your eyes,
Your smile,
And your cuteness.

I think and wonder what if we were together,
Would we last?
I’m lost,
With no cost,
I only want you to be mine,
And mine only.

I sit in class wondering what your teachers talking about,
Is it old people like mine?
With a secondary spine,
I day dream of you,
Your eyes,
Your smile,
And your cuteness,
It's a pleasure to be glad,
That you’re mine.

I sit in class wondering what your teachers talking about,
Is it old people like mine?
To lay it on the line,
This is fine,
I day dream of you,
Your eyes,
Your smile,
And your cuteness.

© Becky Baillargeon 2009