Sometimes, I can't help myself.
I just have to look over at you.
And usually, you look at me back,
Like we have a secret, just between *us

I don't want to leave without knowing what you feel for me and i know you don't want to leave without knowing if i still love you.

She doesn't know who she is anymore.
She only can think about *him* these days.
He doesn't have a clue what he's doing,
But its hurting her horribly, and it won't go away

the truth is- she misses him;
even though he was never really hers

If you`re waiting for me to come to you crying
&& telling you how much i still love you..
then i gues you haven't realized ;;
but baby, it`s your turn

I miss you a little
i guess you could say..
a little too [much]
and a little too [often]
and a little [more] each day

I see you in the hallway,
And all the feelings come rushing back.
The grief, the shame, the heart ache.
You're just a bad memory

So she sat in class and flirted
with every boy in sight
thinking to herself,
"Nobody will ever know
I still love him."

I took one last look into your eyes and realized maybe i'm better off without you.

|| i'm trying really hard not to cry over you
because every tear is just a reminder
of how i can't let you go. ||