Greetings card.

This isn't actually a poem it's a song I wrote on my piano yesterday.

We should all just play cards and sing our feelings, to the world
Maybe I'm just some girl, waiting for a misunderstanding
To get me out of this game, that you're planning
But, won't sit around while you have your next drink
Maybe I should just catch a cab, pack up and, leave home again

Maybe I'm just looking for the wrong one, the wrong thing
The world is full of them, you know
The world is full of you, you know
So why am I still loving you

I'm not your personal greetings card
I won't open up, say hello, happy birthday, get well soon
Maybe I'm, no simpleton
Just a simple girl waiting for a simple man, to sweep her off her feet
Don't need no pretty dress, no pretty jewelry, no pretty face to keep him occupied

Maybe I'm just looking for the wrong one, the wrong thing
The world is full of them, you know
The world is full of you, you know
So why am I, still loving you

I'm no singer, no actress, no music maker
Just someone stuck in the wrong skin
I can stand on my own two feet
Don't need your help with that

The world is full of everything
And you are not, everything
The world is full of people, so many people
The world is full of everything
And you are not, everything
The world is full of people, so many people
And you are not that people, for me.

Author's Note

The last sentence is not technically a grammar mistake. I meant to say people instead of person.