We met last year, we were in the same class
Sat in the back you were quiet very quiet
Didn't know you're name till we met after
I knew I liked you when we first had talked
School ended and summer began then school
We had the same class and feelings arose
I knew how you felt but I made excuses
I ******* up but you're happy with him
I'm happy you're happy that's what matters
But I keep asking myself one thing only
Why?