Waiting - Nils Bech

I am the last one

Everyone knows how I tried

Love, let me meet you

When everyone has to

Have someone to love

I never met one

What’s so strange about me

What’s so strange about me

Can’t I be loved, loved, ooh, ooh

Loved, loved, ooh, ooh

I’m the reflection

Of these rejections in me

I take them and fold them

I’m so used to storing them

Until I meet

Someone I think can be loved

Then I unfold them

Just to reassure them

That I can be loved, loved, ooh, ooh

Loved, loved, ooh, ooh