' I sense there's something in the wind
That feels like tragedy's at hand
And though I'd like to stand by him
Can't shake this feeling that I have
The worst is just around the bend
And does he notice my feelings for him?
And will he see how much he means to me?
I think it's not to be
What will become of my dear friend?
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although I'd like to join the crowd
In their enthusiastic cloud
Try as I may, it doesn't last
And will we ever end up together?
No, I think not, it's never to become
For I am not the one'
I was at Fabric Land the other day and i took out my nightmare before christmas wallet to get some moola when the cashier swoons.
I just kind of smiled and nodded and she then said that her ex fiance had used to sing her Sally's song and how she missed those old times and him. She had then begun to cry and I didn't know quite how to react. Leaving the store i was a wee bit bewildered at this out of the ordinary interaction.
I suppose the concept I'm trying to get at is that he may give you flowers, his promise in the form of a ring, or even a song but that's never a reasurance.
I dedicate this peice to that tiny frizzy red head whome I encountered while buying a pattern for a tie.