I let it wither and die
As it wants to blossom and grow
This crush of mine
I walk away
As my heart comes close
I harden sentiments
As I start to glow
And I said goodbey
And I gave up on you

But still, oh still
I lay awake at night
And dream in the day
Of your beauty and smile
Of your cheecky grin
And your eyes
That burned a hole
In that soul
Of mine