Wishing Star - Live from the Stu
I wish, I wish I may
I dream, dream of one day
That one day she'll notice me and one day she'll care
That one day I'll make it and life could be fair
Oh, I wish
Locked behind my bedroom window
Crying out, but no one hears
No one's here
Watching, waiting, wanting, wishing
Wondering, wandering, I'm on my way
I wish she could see me suffering, did she think of me today?
Does it see me down here? Ohh
Does she see me down here? No
Writing songs on my sad guitar, knowing that I won't make it far
Drive all night in my red car, dreaming on the wishing star
Don't mean to be a pick me
But why won't they ever pick me?
I know it's a lot to ask, maybe I'm just too fat
Making a wish, gotta get a grip
Forgetting all the things that I wear on my wrists
In my head I'm seeing purple, like the scars on my fists
How did it get to this?
Watching, waiting, wanting, wishing
Wondering, wandering, I'm on my way
I wish she could see me suffering, did she think of me today?
Does it see me down here? Ohh
Does she see me down here? No
Writing songs on my sad guitar, knowing that I won't make it far
Drive all night in my red car, dreaming on
The wishing star, ohh
Does she see me down here? No
Does it see me, see me, does she see me
Does she see me, why won't she see me
See me
See me, why, why won't you see me
Ooh, why won't you see me
Why won't she see me
When will they see me
Oh please just see me
See me
Why won't you see me
I dream, dream of one day
That one day she'll notice me and one day she'll care
That one day I'll make it and life could be fair
Oh, I wish
Locked behind my bedroom window
Crying out, but no one hears
No one's here
Watching, waiting, wanting, wishing
Wondering, wandering, I'm on my way
I wish she could see me suffering, did she think of me today?
Does it see me down here? Ohh
Does she see me down here? No
Writing songs on my sad guitar, knowing that I won't make it far
Drive all night in my red car, dreaming on the wishing star
Don't mean to be a pick me
But why won't they ever pick me?
I know it's a lot to ask, maybe I'm just too fat
Making a wish, gotta get a grip
Forgetting all the things that I wear on my wrists
In my head I'm seeing purple, like the scars on my fists
How did it get to this?
Watching, waiting, wanting, wishing
Wondering, wandering, I'm on my way
I wish she could see me suffering, did she think of me today?
Does it see me down here? Ohh
Does she see me down here? No
Writing songs on my sad guitar, knowing that I won't make it far
Drive all night in my red car, dreaming on
The wishing star, ohh
Does she see me down here? No
Does it see me, see me, does she see me
Does she see me, why won't she see me
See me
See me, why, why won't you see me
Ooh, why won't you see me
Why won't she see me
When will they see me
Oh please just see me
See me
Why won't you see me
Credits
Writer(s): Porter Pettit, Marcus Thompson
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