Who is that girl over there?
I’ve seen her before I know it, I swear.
She looks lonely but she is surrounded by friends.
Why is she trying so hard to mend things,
To mend things that will fail in the end?

Who is that girl?
She makes my mind swirl.
Why does she seem so familiar?
I have seen her and we have talked.
We talked for hours and hours.
Why can’t I think?
When I see her my troubles seem to shrink.

I need to go and talk to her.
What if I look like a fool?
I can’t remember her name.
I feel like I am drowning in a deep pool.
Who is that girl?