One day
I'm going to meet a boy
And he's going to see
How badly I dance
Why I only eat popcorn
With orange juice
And how out of style I am
He's going to hear
My loud
Annoying
Singing voice  
When I think nobody's home
My crying
When their words get to me
And
All the dreams
I hope to accomplish
Before I die

He'll be there
When know one is
He'll be their
When those thoughts come into my mind
But most importantly
He'll be their
At night
To lay next to me
Whisper  in my ear
Wrap his arms around me
And tell me
He loves me
But until then
I'm on my own
And the scary part is
*I don't know if he will ever come