Poem -

poor little lonely girl

today i met a girl ii knew in school...

and from what i could remember ...

she never lost her look´s or her charm...

she always had a guy tied to her arm ....

she never had the time to look at me ...

i wasent bothered to some degree....

center of attention is what makes her strong 

to be number 1 and never be wrong ...

but deep down in her heart she is a lonely girl

who pretends to be something in this world ....

she has got an attitude and a stuck up nose... 

where she gose from here nobody  knows ...

poor little lonely girl your tears you hide ...

you keep all your feelings looked up inside ...

you never let aneybody in ...

and if they fall in love with you it´s over before it begins ...

poor little lonely girl ... 

you could be my girl ...

she trys to keep her head up and carry on ....

but the feelings inside her are getting to strong ...

she try´s to smile as if things are ok ...

but she cant help but feel that way ...

i want to run to her ...

hold her and love her ...

we dont have to be alone ...

it could be me and you ...

poor little lonely girl...

i could change your world 

but she turned away ....

i watched her walk away on that day 

i never laid eyes on her again...

there is always those words IF ONLY...

i know i could have changed things back then ....

poor little lonely girl

writen 

by 

paul o carroll

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