She's so hung up on the fact
That his heart belongs to another girl,
So busy drowning in melancholy and unrequited love
She doesn't notice another boy wishing he was hers
That boy behind the scenes
Who listens to her gush about him,
Who sees when he's around, her eyes have a certain gleam
She cries at night thinking that she'll never be loved,
Not knowing she already is
Because while she's staring at him,
She doesn't notice that boy staring at her
The exact same way
I was friends with my boyfriend long before we started going out. We had first period together. And another person in my first period class was another boy who became a huge crush I had. He had a girlfriend though and I was too focused on being sad about that, I didn't even think that anyone could like me, let alone my best friend. This is just me looking back at that time.