A Special Cliche

I'm not a very special girl, Nothing all too grand

Just looking for a gentleman to gladly hold my hand

I'll smile for you always and you'll never see my cry

I'll tell you all my secrets, Even the ones I try to hide

 

You've seen my face a thousand times I'm easy to ignore

But I'll love unconditionally despite that you've seen it before

And even though I'm not so special I'm someone you'll remember

Because I'm bitter and out of touch like a cold breeze in december