She sits in class, looking at the back of his head, wishing if she could ever have him.
He stares at her but all he See's, is someone who denies everything.
She talks to him, he talks to her, but about nothing important.
She watches her friends laugh with with him, having a great time.
And she wonders, how come he doesn't love me.
What makes me different from them
Well that girl found out, he wanted her too bad, he didn't even know it.
And that girl, was me.
