Behind these eyes
are a million thoughts
running through my mind
day by day
i pass you by
waiting for a single hi
I see you there
flirting and such
god why do i like that boy so much?
I see you from the corner of my eye
waiting for me to come to you
i don't want to come running back
but everytime you say those words
i come flying back
you think of me as a game
something you can play with
over and over again
I've learned this time
to not fall again
because
behind these eyes
are a million questions
wondering why
