There must be something wrong with me
For every girl I know
Must see something which I can't see
Affection they dare not show
I know by now it must be me
For they are many and I am one
I am the weed beneath the stone
Dreaming of the sun
For if I could see what they could see
I would escape the stone which crushes me
And with no stone, then I'd be free
To grow as tall as I can be
But how dare this weed dare to dream
Of sunlit rays and moonlight beams
How dare it reach beyond the stone
To a land of trees where romance roams
There must be something wrong with me
For I am a weed and not a tree
And I can't see what others see
Because of this, I can't be free
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