As you sit next to me, so close yet so many worlds away,
I feel more for you with each new day.
I’m afraid to look at you, for fear of giving myself away.
Sometimes I think maybe you try to get a look at me.
Or is that just my fantasy?
Am I just leading myself on, just like I’ve always done?
Or are you actually the one?
I wish I could ask you.
I wish I knew, just what it was I was getting myself into.