What do I do,
While sitting next to you,
And my eyes slowly trace your lips.

How do I speak,
For this week after week,
When you stay outside my grips

How do you see,
Stupid little old me,
clumsily covering my feelings for you.

Because when I see your smile,
And my mind runs a mile,
I'm just not sure what to do.

Im not the one you want,
I dont think you mean to taunt,
It just hurts that you arent with me..