When you think to yourself
In ten, or twenty, or thirty years
Why you can only fall in love
But never find someone who loves you
When you look back
In ten, or twenty, or thirty years
And remember that girl from high school
The one who had a crush on you
But you never thought twice about her
Because you thought she wasn't "the one"
Because she wasn't popular
Or the most athletic
Or the most attractive
Or the smartest
You'll realize
In ten, or twenty, or thirty years
That none of that matters now
And that someone did love you
And you ignored her
And you'll hate yourself
For letting her get away
And that girl
Will be off somewhere
With someone she loves
And with someone who loves her.
And you want to know how I know?
Because I'm the girl.
