nothing special

everybody's telling me the same
you're nothing special

but why?

there are so many things I can do
which others can't or don't want to do

there are so many things I do
which others will never be doing

but everybody keeps on telling me
you're nothing special

but I say
I'm something special
just because I am

I tell the world my dreams
and the world keeps on turning

I tell the people my dreams
and the people keep on walking

I tell my dreams to you
and you turn around to me
and say:
you're something special

may the world keep on turning
may the people keep on walking
may some keep on telling you're nothing special

but I tell you
for me you are someone special

Written on 30th June 2002
© Sean Dimitjana