Walking

Walking everywhere
Seeing couples holding hands
Everyone stops and stares
They think everyones their fans,

Holding tight to that wish
That a hand would finally
Reach out to take mine
Someone who's mean to be,

I want to catch all their eyes
As they glare with jealousy
When I finally hold his hand tight
And he says this is meant to be,

As he slowly puts his arm around my waist
And whispers "Baby, your mine..."
Those eyes of jealousy begin to burn
As everyone waits for their time,

Holding tight to a wish
That the hand would finally
Become only mine
To be someone who is meant to be with me.