Music: I’m Not That Girl – Wicked Musical

Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I’m not that girl.

Don’t dream too far
Don’t lose sight of who you are
Don’t remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I’m not that girl

Ev’ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn’t soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in

Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who’s winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with gentle curl
That’s the girl he chose
And heaven knows
I’m not that girl…

Don’t wish, don’t start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn’t born for the rose and pearl
There’s a girl I know
He loves her so
I’m not that girl…

*****

Don’t we all felt this way, when we thought we ain’t good enough?
Reality is that harsh to the tender hearts and appearance lacking.

And perhaps it’s just a fantasy to what we can’t obtain.