• I'm thinking about him laying in bed
    Waiting until the tears begin to shedI like him,but he doesn't like me
    I wish he knew that we were meant to be
    He doesn't know it,but he has the key to my heart
    He knows that some day we'll be split apart
    Why doesn't he just take a chance?
    So that we can at least go to the End Of The Year Dance
    I wish that he can only see
    That without him, there is no me