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Every so often
I stop ‘n I crawl
Looking to find
Something more….
I thought that I would have
The time of my life
When I grew up to be
The adult of my life.
I thought that I would live
The fantasy of dreams
And grow up to be
Something more than me.
There’s something more
Something more I need…..
Now fairytales are fading
And fantasies are few
No one told me I would be
The image of you
My wall flowers are wilting
My wishes against a wall
There’s a deep ache inside
Cos I want something more
There’s something more
Something more…to me
I thought that I could be
The flame of the light
If I grew up to learn
How to do it right
I try to make believe
My fairytale dreams
Wanting it to happen
Something more to be.