There's things I'll say, and things I've said,

And there's things he'll never hear.

The third are the ones that I lose the words for

Whenever he comes near.

When he walks by, I stop and stare,

As if there's no one else.

But inside, I know I'm right for my love,

And I want his love for myself.

He doesn't have another girl,

He's free for me to love.

But part of me that thinks he'll be the one

Who turns me down just because.

So the things I've said and the things I'll say

And the things he'll never hear

Will run around, unsaid in my mind

Whenever he comes near.