Waiting And Hoping

I feel like I'm
the only one chasing
those rainbows and sugar plums
in those fairy tale rhymes.
Why do I bother
when the only thing waiting
is heartache at the end of the line?
I see all those women
with great men on their arms,
and no one for me to hold.
I feel like I'm dreaming,
wishing and hoping,
and wasting my life away.

I dream of roses
and candlelit dinners,
but I will never get that.
Is my destiny that
of a worn out old maid,
or will my dreams someday come true?
I want someone to talk to,
to hold me and be there
when sorrow is at my door.
Is it too much to ask
the Lord up above
for the one man
I could call my own?

Every night I sit and dream
of a man that's already gone.
But I am too blind to see
that this waiting and hoping
is wrong.

The song playing is Tuxedo Mirage from Sailor Moon.

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