Why is it...?

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. . .