Sitting in class,
thinking about you
and wondering how
I ever became so lucky.

Having you in my life
is enough to keep me happy.
I know you're not mine
but it still feels like you are.

You make me
laugh and you  
make me want to
cry

Everything I feel
about you is so
real that it's hard to
keep it a secret

I can't tell you how
I feel because
rejection is something
I cannot face

I want to be confident but
I am not and
because of this I
am losing out on you.

I've seen you looking at me
but I don't think it means anything.
How could I be so dumb?
All I want is you.

If I could find the courage
to tell you how I feel
I only wish that
you'd feel the same way.