I stand on the fringes of the crowd,
They laugh and I smile,
Not a smile of happiness
but of understanding
They are happy,
I wish I could be happy,
Even for a while,
I wish I wasn't a wallflower.

"He stands on the edges of the crowd,
We laugh and he smiles,
His eyes do not show happiness,
But he understands
That some people are happy,
I wish he could be happy,
Even for a while,
He is a wallflower."

Sometimes she looks in my direction,
I can't keep looking,
She deserves so much better than me,
I am cold at heart,
And she is a warm fire.

"Sometimes he looks in my direction,
He averts his eyes and stops looking,
Maybe he doesn't like me?
He has a gentle heart,
We have a spark that could be a fire."

They look at her and she smiles,
My heart sinks,
I am to afraid to talk to her.

"They talk to me and I politely smile,
My heart sinks,
I am afraid to talk to him."

I guess we're just too different.

"I guess we're just too different."