And you think I am good looking.
You think I have all the happiness in the world,
And it seems that I live with a perfect family.
You think I am always circled by good friends,
And that people give me everything I want.
You say to yourself that God must have loved me,
Since I look so merry all day round,
I know He does love me,
But He does it to everyone,
With His own unpredictable ways.
You think I can have anything I want,
Anyone I need,
Any time I want them.
But so you know,
There's this little secret I tell you,
Promise me you won't tell anyone?
I am one of the poorest,
I am one of the miserable-st,
I am one of the unluckiest,
I am one of the saddest,
I am one of the stupid-est.
I am, o yes I am,
For thinking of no one but you,
For praying to have no one but you,
For wanting no other soul but you,
For dreaming of none other than you.
The only one who will perfect my life.
You.