Sometimes I sit and stare
At the girl with the short black hair
This always proves to be a distraction
And hinders me from further action

My mind tries to focus but it can't
And thats the simple point of my rant
Why did you have to be placed just there
Sitting high on your chair

Your lips form a smile and it's over
My mind starts to feel far from sober
I'm sure your lips could be compared to wine
But I wonder if they'll ever touch mine

I've been rejected so many times before
So I started not to care anymore
I was willing to open my heart for you to see
But I couldn't make you take it from me

And life is always filled with regret
But at least I'll remember the time when we met
And the time I finally talked to you
When my dreams seemed to come true