I know he sees me walking down the halls,
Especially when im with his best friend.
He has his girl and I don’t have any,
Just little old me just goin steady.
Known him for years,
Or that’s what it seems.
Bu to him,
Hah, im nothing more then a girl.
Floating through his atmosphere,
Gentle as can be.
Stuck here waiting for the right time to spring,
Just sitting here wondering,
‘when will it be me?’
When will he show his true feelings,
Helplessly to me.
So I can reflect my feeling to him cautiously.
But here I am waiting,
Nothing more then a girl.
Especially in is atmosphere…