Hello

As soon as she walked in, I knew it was still true.
She made her way across the crowded room, saying ‘hello’ and ‘how are you’.
I stayed in my corner, trying to deny the fact that I still adore her. 
Take a sip of my beer, I do my best not to make it clear. 
I can’t believe it’s already been a year. 

The last time we spoke, things got strange.
I know you’re not innocent but still I take the blame.
Never understood why I couldn’t get you to stay, it’s hard to know since you never say. 
It kills me when I wake up, and you’re my first thought each and every day. 
I often wonder if you care, I often wonder how it’d go. 

I wonder if you think ever think of me, I really do.
My hopes and dreams seem so minimal when I am here without you.
This kingdom I plan to build was meant for you. 
There’s still time, this fairy tale can come true.
But you fight it and I don’t know why, silently praying that one day I will be the guy. 

With each passing minute, and each sip of my drink, it gets so hard for me to think.
My head is clouded with the thought of you, you’re 15 feet away but I feel so far from you.
It’s crazy what the human heart can do, loving someone until it feels like they’re a part of you.
But maybe it’s not love, maybe it’s something different. 
Maybe I feel so strong because you are indifferent. 

I sip my drink slow, hoping I’ll get the courage, just to walk over to you and say hello. 
My friends think it has passed, how little do they know. 
I doubt I’ll ever tell them just how deep this passion goes.
The party is winding down, less and less people here each time I look around. 
The voice in my head saying she doesn’t wanna talk to you, don’t be a fool.

Finally these drinks are kicking in, my confidence is building.
I grow nervous at the thought of getting a chance to show you what’s in my heart.
Waiting for my moment to walk across the room and see, if maybe you’ve been thinking of me.
Confidence has never been for me, I never saw what they wanted me to see. 
I could never picture a world where you wanted me, it is just too hard to see.

I finish what’s in my cup, and slowly I stand up.
Jam my hands in my pockets, I’m nervous as could be.
I tell myself “It’s just a conversation, how hard could that really be?” 
Your friends see my coming, on their faces it clearly shows.
After all this time, why is it still so hard just to say “Hello”.

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