As He Goes Walking By

Walking slowly down the hall
Holding my head high
I push myself against the wall
As he goes walking by.

He doesn't know I like him
And with my luck, he never will
Cause I'm afraid to go out on a limb
To tell him would make me ill.

I see him almost everywhere
Thinking maybe it's a sign.
I think we'd make a perfect pair
Like in poetry, we'd be a rhyme.

His smile can light up any day
His eyes, as bright as stars.
I wanna love him in every way.
But he doesn't love me. It's hard.

It hurts so bad when he talks of her
He says he thinks she's it.
Now all I do is sit and wonder
Are they, together, perfect?

I guess I'll just have to sit here
And wait for him to see
That me and him, together we're
The ones who's meant to be.