I Wrote a Song

She stares at her ceiling once again
With a hundred thoughts
Maybe he knows who I am
Actually, probably not

She walks down the hall with her head down low
Scared to meet his eyes
Even when she hears his voice
She's swarmed with butterflies

It's impossible to get you off my mind
I think about a hundred thoughts and you are ninety-nine
I've understood that you will never be mine
And that's fine
I'm just breaking inside

He always walks the crowded halls and is blinded by this light
A girl who keeps her head down low and never shows her eyes
He's tried to talk to her, but there's no easy way
'Cause every time he raises his voice, she runs away

Oh, it's impossible to get you off my mind
I think about a hundred thoughts and you are ninety-nine
I've understood that you will never be mine
And that's fine
I'm just breaking inside

And one day maybe she'll stay
And start to head over his way
And one day she'll look into his eyes
And instead of breaking
She'll call him mine
One day he'll grab her by the waist
And force them to meet face to face
And one day he'll look into her eyes
And say that: You're my only light

Oh, it's impossible to get you off my mind
I think about a hundred thoughts and you are ninety-nine
Maybe there's a chance that you will be mine
By right now
I'm just breaking inside