I've spent a third of my life

Chasing the same story.

I've gotten nowhere really

And I've had no glory.

Somedays it feels hopeless,

Like I'm never going to win,

But then he says something

And I'm stuck with a grin.

Sometimes he calls me pretty,

Sometimes it's that I'm the best.

When he looks at me,

I forget all the rest.

It's been seven years

And I've gotten nowhere

But I wouldn't trade anything

For the memories that we share.