beside you is where i want to be,
where i am, all that i see is your back.
this bus ride is long, this bus is empty,
yet we're steated so far apart.

would i be weird i sat near you,
beside you, next to you.
the thought is killing me.

the courage to walk over,
that i so dearly need,
I've lost it, misplaced it.

there you are, falling asleep,
''Opps! becareful, its bumpy.''
all i can do, is care from afar..

(alternative ending)

often i see you with him,
i want to be there,
instead of him, or being him.
often talking to others,
don't you feel left out by him?