There goes that girl again,
The one across the street.
She seems quite odd,
Though we have yet to formally meet.
This must be what you're thinking
When you see me riding by.
And when I see your little faces,
It makes me want to cry.
I'm not quite sure my reasoning,
It may be jealousy and envy.
Because when I look at you,
I'm just wishing it were me.
Being held by your mother,
Riding your bike the very first time.
You seem so loved,
But I feel as if I've committed a crime.
Or maybe it's worry,
I don't want you to turn out like me.
I want you to be yourself,
Whoever that may be.
Don't you be like that girl across the street,
Not when you could be so great.
Don't even associate with her,
Or you might repeat her mistake.
We're practically strangers,
But when I see you at play,
You have a strange way
Of just making my day.
You only see an average girl
When you glance at me.
But there's so much behind my mask
You will never see.
My resolutions are all broken,
My expectations never met.
It all makes me feel a fish
Trapped in a fisherman's net.
You're so precious,
And I don't know why
When I see your little faces
It makes me want to cry.
And there goes that girl again,
The one across the street.
She seems quite odd,
She's one you wouldn't want to meet.
