I want her hair I want her eyes I want her features to be mine.
I want her friends I want her guy I want to live her life.
I want to be her, Because she has him He makes the world go round But she doesn't even notice him.
She ignores him. I adore him, Does he know I exist?
But oh, I cannot have him. I cannot have him Nor his words, Nor his touch or his gaze.
I could never be the apple of his eye, But here I remain. I will sit and wait, a lowly apple in the orchard, Longing for the day when he finally picks me.