What makes her think that she can tell me all her problems
How can she tell that I'm the one that really cares
She asks me what to do I ask her why she trusts me
Sometimes I wonder if, my answers are for me not her
Everytime I see her my mind starts working overtime
I think of all the cool things, I'd like to tell her
I try to think of all the cool things that could happen
If I would ask her and she answered yes, yes, yes
What if I would, what if we did
What if I tried and she felt the same
What if she won't date me, and what if she hates me
I guess I'll sit at home and wonder, if after all this time
You were meant for me, is that the way it should be?
What if I start a fight and everything turns into hate
What if my friends say "fuck you, we won't hang out with her"
I'd really like to maybe later I should ask her
I have to hope that later is not to late
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