I may trip
And I may stumble
But you laugh
And
That makes me smile

I laugh and you stare
Like I'm some wild animal
But, its too much for you
And
You laugh, too

I treat you like any other
Hiding on my own
Yet, you always find me
And
That makes me wonder

Why is it you're everywhere I am?
Why is it I'm the only one who can make you smile?
Why is it that I'm denying these feelings?

I know this is wrong
I can't help it
She loves you
But
You don't know

I love you
Though, I'm too scared to admit it
She'll prance around anf lirt
But
I treat you like any other

I'll sit there and stare
At a blank wall
And there you'll be
But
You're not looking at me

Why is it I can't escape you?
Why is it I can't help but stare?
Why is it you, anyway?

What is love?
No one knows
Not you
Not the girl
Not me

Who's the one that always makes you smile?
Makes you laugh
Makes you stare
Not the girl
But me

I may trip and I may stumble
But you smile
And it's always me
not the girl
Always me

So, why is it I wait for the next day?
The next opportunity to make you smile.
The next chance of touching.
The next funny conversation.
The next blank stare.
The next trip and fall.
The next time you call my name,
From across the room,
Just to see my face light up.

Why is it I wait for the next day?
Why?
Well, for the next chance to see you once more. . .