• I look for you often,
    in a crowd as I'm passing by,
    If you're not there, I'm sad,
    yet even if you are, I cry.

    I cry because I'm not with you,
    it's not me you're talking to,
    to know you don't see me there,
    is enough to make any girl blue.

    I'm too shy to say hi to you,
    I'm so pathetic i could die,
    I barely have the courage to look at you,
    Why can't I be braver? Why, why, why?

    Why can't I just talk to you?
    I can talk to everyone else!
    Maybe I should just move on, but no,
    I don't want anyone else...

    I like it when I'm with you,
    everything just seems brighter,
    When you smile at me, my worries wade,
    my burdens seem momentarily lighter.

    So maybe it's a bad thing I like you,
    But, maybe it's a good thing, too,
    I'm constantly being pulled apart, but hey,
    What else is new?