I think I would never have the best best friend
I think I will never camp in the wild
I think I will never live like a gypsy
I think I will never live in a cottage with a small old fireplace
by the lake overlooking hills and greens
I think I never will be the mom I want to be
I think I will never own a quaint bookshop
I think I will never have that to-die-for love
I think I will die alone