by Michelle Stilley

Created on: October 27, 2008

You play a song about the wrong choice.

I hear the passion that's in your voice,

As you sing about the girl you love but you can't have.

Sitting in the front row,

I'm praying my tears don't show,

As I listen to the words I've longed to hear so bad.

Is there a chance? Is it real?

Are you trying to tell me how you feel?

Am I the girl you dream about?

The one you love, but live without?

A dancing song, it's nice and slow,

But tell me, I just have to know;

The song you wrote, it's sad and sweet

Am I the girl? Just tell me, please

Is it me?

You might try to hide your left hand,

But I know you wear a wedding band,

And even though I know it's wrong, I still love you.

I thought I'd have to hide forever.

I guess I really never,

Thought there was a chance you'd feel the same way, too.

Is there a chance? Is it real?

Are you trying to tell me how you feel?

Am I the girl you dream about?

The one you love, but live without?

A dancing song, it's nice and slow,

But tell me, I just have to know;

The song you wrote, it's sad and sweet

Am I the girl? Just tell me, please

Is it me?

My heart stops as the song ends and your eyes find me

But then I realize she's sitting right behind me

Is there a chance? Is it real?

Are you trying to tell me how you feel?

Am I the girl you dream about?

The one you love, but live without?

A dancing song, it's nice and slow,

But tell me, I just have to know;

The song you wrote, it's sad and sweet

Am I the girl? Just tell me, please

Is it me?

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