What could I say? I have nothing to do.
I sit around thinking of you know who.
She helps me apriciate all there is to be alive.
I want to make her a permanent part of my life.
Sometimes i just sit and stare, she doesnt know why.
She doesnt know why i stare so deep into her eyes.
She doesnt realize.
She doesnt know for her i would die.
I hope to tell her tomorrow, how much she means to me.
I hope to tell her tomorrow, so she can finally see.
Maybe tomorrow she will know.
Maybe tomorrow she will see.
Maybe tomorrow she will belong to me.
But i know until i tell her this is all fantasy.
Maybe I'll tell her.
Maybe tomorrow.