She lays awake and wonders, sleepless in the night,
Will she ever be the woman, for her Mr. Right,
How can she go about, telling such a man,
Will he run away and leave her, or will he understand?
Does he only love her for her body? Or does he also love her for her soul?
Only if he's told will she ever really know,
Will that be enough for him, or will he do what others did?
She carried so much guilt in waters flown under the bridge,
What does that garlic in her kisses, mean
That she cannot be the woman, that she wants to be,
What does that garlic in her kisses, mean
That she just wants to be the woman, that she wants to be,
She felt guilt and then depression, that others couldn't see,
When she couldn't be the woman, she wanted to be,
But love for her brought pain, that burned on in the night,
And all those insecurities would always end in fights,
The things that she is taking, carry with them dreams,
That one day she'll be free again from all this suffering,
But what then if it falters and her hopes are all in tatters,
Will she have support from one who really matters?
She knows that he is out there, he always knocks upon her door,
With his flowers and his cards, reminding her of more,
But she always keeps her silence, she always keeps away,
Hoping for a future where she doesn't have to pray