I sit in class thinking of you,
hoping that you are too.
I walk right pass in the hall,
as if you mean nothing to me.
But in reality,
you are everything.
In class, i stare at you,
you look up and see me,
but what can i do?
You've seen me before
and still don't have a clue.
How truly special you mean to me.
The way you ignore me hurts so bad,
it makes me so sad.
I wish so bad that you were mine...
