Blonde hair
Blue eyes
Whispered I love yous
Such a stupid cliché
High school love
Is there really such a thing
He loves me, he loves me not???
Redundancy is what I hear
Such a stupid game that our hearts play
A victim of the lovers game
Images of a wedding day
White dress and roses
Another stupid cliché
A honeymoon most likely in the city of romance where there will be wine and gental kisses
The stupidity of the notion is astonishing
Two souls claiming love
The brunnete and the blonde
The perfect couple
Cliché, cliché, cliché
A repeating cliché
Its funny how its playing out
Unoriginal copies of past lovers
Im his cliché
And he is mine
Recreating memories of what society finds acceptable
None the less vows probably used a thousand times
I take him as mine in better and worse, sickness and health, richer and poorer till death do us part
Just another cliché
It's nothing more then a elaborate facades to prove the love of two hearts
Humor me with something more then a cliché

Can you hear her?

Is she blonde,
Or a cute brunnete,
Or curvy?
Or slender,
But you wouldnt understand;

She stands tall, though,

She doesn't understand my jokes, hic,

She can't see my love
Until it's perniciously obvious, hic,

Or care until I deeply know,

She deeply knows.

Maybe you can't see,
But, hic,

She wouldn't know if I fantasised about gazing in her eyes.