Eight legs, I guess you choose who you choose Four eyes, you always win or you lose Sometimes I feel it's not worth helping I know I may be one of kind It's strange to think she'd give me a try But it's still a little underwhelming I'll never know the feeling of being loved And I'll never feel the warmth of the sun above My heart is cold, and my soul is growing old But I'll still be waiting for the day when she'll say The day when she'll say hello The day when she'll say hello So hard to see her all of the time Outside tending all other kinds Feels like another hopeless story I've dreamt of one day catching her eye With her attention only mine But it's still a little too much for me I'll never know the feeling of being loved And I'll never feel the warmth of the sun above My heart is cold, and my soul is growing old But I'll still be waiting for the day when she'll say The day when she'll say hello But I'll still be waiting for the day when she'll say The day when she'll say hello