When your around I'm scared you'll hear my pounding heart,
and so I walk away.
I hate this little fear of mine, that you won't like me back,
and so I say nothing.
I'm scared of what my friends might think, and that they will tell,
so I keep this to myself.
When I hear my name called in the hall way, I hope it is you,
but it never is.
And so I keep hoping, that maybe someday I'll find the courage,
to tell you how I feel.