I say goodbye to you at the end of every day,
I think of you in every single way.
I have your pictures all over my wall,
I'd love to invite you to my school's winter ball.
I've counted the ways I love you,
I think if we'd met you would too.
Not once, twice, but thrice have I dreamed,
that life would be good if we met it seemed.
I look at you on the big screen,
I don't understand this whole Stashley team.
I want to see you in the flesh to prove you're real,
to see you in real - life would make me keel!
I dream of us meeting,
off of my feet you'd be sweeping.
Every day you'd sing to me,
and to your heart I'd have the key.
But that is all a dream my sweet
for you know not if we shall meet.
You know not of my goodbye's and hello's,
you just have a laugh with your real fellows.
I am just another fan,
and you are a God - like man.
You'll never notice me,
as long as you're happy is my plea.
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