The Boy With The Blond Hair

Another sad song played as she sat in her room alone
All she wants is to be with the one she can't have
He is not her's to have
For she is one small insignificant being

When she feels the most lonely 
She writes

In times like this when I need you the most I come to the realization that you are more fake than ever.  You are just a memory I can't let go of and a thought that you are someone you're not.  You are not my prince in shinning armor sent to this drab town to save me but you are not nonexistent, you are real, and more alive than ever.  But to me thats what makes you seem the most dead.

She realized then that the world needed him more than she did
So she stopped 

She stopped the fantasies and dreams 
But nobody not she, or anyone, could end the hope that someday
Someday she would be wrong and he would no longer be all the world's
But he would belong to her and she would belong to him

And she would feel complete because she finally had
The boy with the blond hair