Sometimes i wonder what i am waiting for
My life is great yet I'm left feeling there should be more
I live in hope of living the fairytale life
The two point four children and the happy house wife
But here i am at a young twenty years old
Sat on my own in a flat thats lonely and cold
No partner to talk to when i feel alone
No children to nurture and love till there grown
I'm eager to make this dream a reality now
But it's a struggle to work out exactly how?
One day I'll be writing of how this dream came true
But for now I'll just sit here singing the blues!
