If only she would know I like her.
If only I could tell her I like her.
If only she could like me too.
If only I could know she likes me too.
If only it was an imagination,
Then it would all be possible.
Problem is, it isn't an imagination
no, no it isn't an imagination,
so why spend the time...
and tell her who it is?
But no, I'm afraid she would not love me,
and now, I'm afraid of being afraid,
all because I want to tell her,
even if it's just those three words.
I love you.
