Wondering and wondering.
That's all it is.
Over and over, finding myself falling for someone new.
I know she's not like me,
nor likes me that way,
so it's best to stray away
before diving in to deep
and becoming the girl I was last.

Wondering and wondering,
Feeling better then ever.
Over and over wondering the halls.
Noticing my former crush,
who I'd admired for years
not before the past year,
when the butterflies at once flew away.

All I do is wonder.
For love,
for wanting to be free,
for finding who I really am,
all by wondering.