H.G.P.

By Ross Folward


 

You're at the ice cream stand

It's melting down your hand

You just don't understand

Why they can't be with you?

She keeps her self at home,

He sells cellular phones,

You keep your life in school

But they just walk right through you.

 

But that's not the problem

But that's not the problem

 

You got your eyes on the one you wanna be with forever

But no sucker sort of plan will get the guy to go steady.

After all of your plans and all of your secret endeavors,

I don't think that your heart will ever be ready

To tell him all the feelings inside

 

One friend that's on your team,

A thousand want you beamed

No shoulder for a lean

And hardly a leg to stand on

Example of outcast

This tension never lasts

But you're a different case

The world is yours for handball

 

But that gets you nowhere

But you really don't care

 

'Cause you got your eyes on the one you wanna be with forever

But no sucker sort of plan will get the guy to go steady.

After all of your plans and all of your secret endeavors,

I don't think that your heart will ever be ready

To tell him all the feelings inside