Here I am, spacing out like before,
Thinking how his actions meant so much more
Am I being delusional?
Or this feeling is just plainly normal?
"What if he likes me?"
Nope. It's just another part of fantasy.
"What if he really does like me?"
I don't know. For it all remained a mystery.
We sang a song together,
You never knew how much it felt like forever
A feeling that felt like a thousand of pleasant flowers
For it was all part of happy hours.
How can I know if there's something?
If I can't even know what you're feeling?
Can I just like you without hurting?
But how can I? If you're always with her, smiling
Forget it. I'll just watch his actions
Maybe if you would talk to me, I'd see your reactions
But I saw you smiling with her, with attraction.
I knew it. It was all just a part of my imagination.
