Love Next Door
Love Next Door: Unspoken Desires and Hidden Longings
Lyrics
I see her out my window
I observe her through my window
Hair flowin' in the wind oh
Her hair is flowing in the wind
I know she's right for me
I believe she's the right match for me
It's just up to her to see
It's now her decision to recognize that
Saw it in a book
Read about it in a book
Almost an 80s kind of look
She has a reminiscent 80s appearance
And she's the one who has it all
She possesses everything
Not too thin and not too tall
Not excessively thin or tall
But when I see her she can't see me
Despite proximity, she is unaware of my presence
1 door down but that means maybe
Living one door away, but uncertainties persist
I could be the one to call her baby
I aspire to be the one who calls her "baby"
You're my love next door
Referring to her as "my love next door"
For so long
Expressing enduring feelings
You've left me right here sitting at the door
Left waiting by the door
But I can't even sit here anymore
Unable to sit still, constantly thinking of her
Without thinking about you
Reflecting on her and our interactions
And the way that you just tend to ignore
Noticing her tendency to ignore
I see him out my window
Shifting perspective to observing a male figure
He is more than just a friend though
He's more than just a friend
It could be the way they were
Considering the dynamics between them
Or the way he looked at her
Noting his gaze or actions towards her
It could've been a trick
Speculating if it was a deceptive situation
Cause it happened really quick
Events unfolded rapidly, raising doubts
I'm not the one for her
Acknowledging that he may be the right one for her
But you never know for sure
Uncertain about being the one for her
But when I see her she can't see me
Similar to the earlier scenario, she remains unaware
1 door down but that means maybe
Living one door away, contemplating possibilities
I could be the one to call her baby
Expressing the desire to be the one to call her "baby"
You're my love next door
Reiterating the sentiment of her being "my love next door"
For so long
Continuing to express enduring emotions
You've left me right here sitting at the door
Still waiting by the door
But I can't even sit here anymore
Unable to sit still, constant thoughts of her persist
Without thinking about you
Reflecting on her and her habit of ignoring
And the way that you just tend to ignore
Repeating the emotional struggle
For so long
Reiterating the enduring waiting period
You've left me right here sitting at the door
Still positioned at the door
But I can't even sit here anymore
Unable to sit still, persistent thoughts of her
Without thinking about you
Repeating the emotional challenge of thinking about her
And the way that you just tend to ignore
Reiterating her tendency to ignore
For so long
Continuing the narrative of prolonged waiting
You've left me right here sitting at the door
Remaining in the same position by the door
But I can't even sit here anymore
Unable to sit still, constant thoughts persist
Without thinking about you
Repeating the struggle without her
And the way that you just tend to ignore
Reiterating her habit of ignoring
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