I'm not that girl

It seems lame to compare my life to a musical and I feel a little nerdy comparing it to WICKED of all things. But its true...I'm not that girl. I know I'm not. He might not know that. She might not know that. But I'm not that girl. She is...
I'm the girl with the golden hair...but she is the girl.
I'm the girl who wants more than ever to be with him...but she is the girl.
I'm the girl who thinks about him every minute...but she is the girl.
I'm the girl who chooses him over every other guy in my life hands down...but she is the girl.
I'm the girl who would do anything for him...but she is the girl.
I'm the girl who prays daily for him...but she is the girl.
I'm the girl who prays one day I might be the girl...but she is the girl.
I'm the girl who hopes that one day he'll notice...but she is the girl.
I'm the girl who wants him to come to her...but she is the girl.
I'm the girl who pines...but she is the girl.
I'm the girl who wishes things were different...but she is the girl.
I'm the girl who wants this...
But I'm the girl who gets to watch this...
I'm not that girl. And in this musical there is no reprise with "the girl" singing the words I've sung before. It ends with me continuing to sing the same words over and over........

Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl.

Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl

Every so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in

Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And Heaven knows
I'm not that girl.

Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl