I suppose that I should count my blessings
For a young thing my world is not too bad
Got a window,
a place with a pillow and a friend or two
But ever since I saw his face that morning
Nothing else has got the same summer sheen
Will he notice my eyes have got so lonely?
He may not be the one
but I want him for my own and I know

I am not good at not getting what I want

Maybe I sound like a spoilt baby
But I know that there are some who have it all
I want to join them, to feel that glow around me
I want him more each day
'cos he never looks my way and I know

I am not good at not getting what I want

If we ever found ourselves together
I can promise I will love you every day
But I've a feeling seeing is believing
You never look my way so
I want you more than I can say