They say we're way to young,
to feel these gentle things,
but they have no idea,
for they've never fallen in love.
They say we're obsessing,
over something that'll never be.
but can they really see,
the way you look at me?
They say we must be crazy,
for wasting every second,
but don't they ever listen,
to what they've got to say,
because when it comes to you,
I know these feelings are true.