You

You are as beautiful on the inside as on the out,
and in that babe, I have no doubt.

You care for others, but not yoursellf.
Your basically a book on a dusty book-shelf.

Of all my dreams,
you are the greatest it seems.

Why can't I have you?
Right now I don't know,
every which direction, maybe I should go.

It was probably my mission,
here apon the earth,
to love you for all it's worth.

If I can't get you,
I'll understand.
And if your happy,
and you have heart,
then to me we'll never be apart.