And when you say hello, and I reply almost silently, I wish I had the courage to say more.
And even though I've been here before and I've survived, it seems impossible for me to get any closer.
And your smile makes my day.
And all these thoughts run through my head:
"Could he ever like me?"
"Has he looked at me?"
"Does he even know my name?"
And I wish that I was just like your pretty friends who you talk with.
And I am so jealous of them.
And I just feel like a thirteen year old again.
And my insecurities just get the best of me.
And I don't know how to do this anymore.
Walking down the street and I hardly know you. Its just like we were meant to be.