He laughs with his friends
Just joking around
I can't take my eyes off him
Occationally our eyes meet
But I quickly lower my eyes
Afraid he will see my longing
I wonder if he really sees me
I wonder if he would care.
At night I imagine
What it would be like to hold him
What do his lips feel like
But of course just like since 8th grade
My dreams are just dreams
Across the room is farther
Than across the world
And thats the closest I will be to him