Somebody To You

Have you heard the song “Sombody To You” by The Vamps featuring Demi Lovato? I hear it on the radio all the time and find it ridiculously catchy. Here’s a link to the video (click on the image below), and the lyrics are below if you fancy a good old-fashioned sing-along: (Warning: The words are a bit cheesy, but….it’s fun πŸ™‚ )

Click on the image to see the video :)
Click on the image to see the video πŸ™‚

 

Yeah you!
Yeah you!

I used to wanna be
Living like there’s only me
But now I spend my time
Thinking ’bout a way to get you off my mind
(Yeah you!)
I used to be so tough
Never really gave enough
And then you caught my eye
Giving me the feeling of a lightning strike
(Yeah you!)

Look at me now, I’m falling
I can’t even talk, still stuttering
This ground of mine keeps shaking
Oh oh oh, now!

All I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you
All I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you

Everybody’s tryna be a billionaire
But every time I look at you I just don’t care
‘Cause all I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you
(Yeah you!)u

I used to ride around
I didn’t wanna settle down
But now I wake each day
Looking for a way that I can see your face
(Yeah you!)
I’ve got your photograph
But baby I need more than that
I need to know your lips
Nothing ever mattered to me more than this
(Yeah you!)

Look at me now, I’m falling
I can’t even talk, still stuttering
This ground of mine keeps shaking
Oh oh oh, now!

All I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you
All I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you

Everybody’s tryna be a billionaire
But every time I look at you I just don’t care
‘Cause all I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you
(Yeah you!)

Look at me now, I’m falling
I can’t even talk, still stuttering
All I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah you!)

All I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you
All I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you
(Yeah you!)

All I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you
All I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you
(Yeah you!)

Everybody’s trying to be a billionaire
But every time I look at you I just don’t care
‘Cause all I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you
(Yeah you!)

‘Cause all I wanna be, yeah all I ever wanna be, yeah, yeah
Is somebody to you
(Yeah you!)

Yeah you!Β 

 

 

Once you get past all of the ‘Yeah you!’s that are in this song (and there are a lot), it’s actually a really sweet little ditty, don’t you think? Who doesn’t want to be somebody to someone else? We all do! There’s nothing better than the fuzzy, sparkly feeling that you get from your nose to your toes when you know that you matter to someone, don’t you think? I love that feeling – but have it nowhere near often enough. I was born with some sort of disconnect in my head that leaves me feeling like a perpetual nuisance, a pain in the arse, a constant inconvenience to everyone around me. I find it virtually impossible to believe that anyone would willingly want to spend lots of time in my company…which is pretty nutty thinking. I don’t get it – why can’t I just relax into the moment, and bask in the attention of others? I’m weird. 😦

A girl came into my office recently to talk…about boy troubles. The fact that she came to me with this kind of situation is downright laughable…the only reason was that the counselors were away. She walked in and said, “Why do boys suck?” I asked her to elaborate, and she told me a story about being stood up for a date…and that it wasn’t the first time that had happened. I felt sad for her. I’ve never been stood up myself, but I’ve certainly endured more than my share of hardships and heartburn at the hands of boys that suck. While we were talking, she said that I would never understand because she was sure I’d never had a day of boy trouble in my life! Once I got off the floor (where I had collapsed laughing), I let her know that I was, indeed, the poster child and patron saint of those who had suffered boy troubles over the years. I’ve done so many stupid things in the name of cute boys….it’s ridiculous. I’ve told myself some whopper BS lies to excuse the poor choices I’ve made, and I’ve spent a lifetime of hours wondering why the object of my attention/affection doesn’t seem to want me as much or in the same way that I want him. Grr. It’s bloody maddening. As she and I talked, she wondered aloud if she wasn’t thin enough or pretty enough to have a boyfriend – to which I nearly became unglued and hollered at her to stop crap thinking like that!!! She’s a lovely girl, and screw anyone who doesn’t see that. I’ve never been thin or particularly beautiful, and I’ve not had a shortage of suitors/potentials in my lifetime, so…screw those that think love is only for the physically blessed. The boss wandered in and joined the conversation, and thankfully shared her story with our student. She and her husband were high school sweethearts, married just before she turned 20, and recently celebrated their 37th anniversary. Friggin’ insane and inspiring or what??? As we talked, we tried to impart to her that she didn’t need to hurry, she was awesome as she was, and that it’ll happen when it happens…no need to stress. We also urged her to focus on herself, work on her own happiness….and let everything else fall in to place. What I wouldn’t have given for advice like that when I as 17. πŸ™‚ I’m sure that this sweet girl will find her way, be her own awesome self…and eventually become somebody to someone else. I hope she has fun along the way. πŸ™‚

xxx

 

xxx

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