He's so far away, and yet so close by,
all I can do is wait to be seen.
I spend all of this time wondering, why?
What all these racing thoughts could mean.
I glance out the window and my heart skips a beat,
yet he doesn't know that I'm alive,
I see who he's with, I could never compete;
I couldn't possibly take the dive.
I wonder now why my heart is set,
it's obvious it's a futile hope.
All I feel now is the concluding regret
of a wish that's too far to grope.
Now I try to forget what I was wishing for,
and I don't want to remember how it was before.