“…I’Il never cry for you again,“ said I. Which was, I suppose, as false a declaration as ever was made; for I was inwardly crying for her then, and know what I know of the pain she cost me afterwards.
Charles Dickens
Great Expectations (London: Chapman & Hall Ltd., 1917) p76
I told myself l’d change someday I’d play the game and make it I thought I’d find the perfect way to win the prize and take it But every time I see you I just fall behind And any time I’m near you well I have to change my mind
’Cause you’re much too good for me but where’s the dream you're after
And I’m only a face within the crowd
But you’re much too far from me for it to really matter
I guess it doesn’t matter anyhow
I told myself the same old lies I heard when I was younger
I had the perfect alibis but still I had to wonder
Why couldn’t I find love with one as beautiful as you?
You seemed to have the answer and still I wish I knew
Why you’re much too good for me but where’s the dream you’re after
And I’m only a face within the crowd
But you’re much too far from me for it to really matter
I guess it doesn’t matter anyhow
Now girls like you I’ve come to know see life through colored lenses They go for men with lots of dough who drive Mercedes Benzes
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