I saw you first in the hallways...
You didn't know I was there.
But you stood out to me,
A candle in a cave,
And I new I would have to talk to you someday.
Days past, schedule changes,
And one day I walked in the room.
No one there yet, so I picked a spot.
And hoped no one would notice.
You walked in next, saw me in the seat
Right behind yours.
"What the heck?" you said with a laugh.
I was too shy to say any more,
than a simple, "I'm new."
"Hi, I'm (Jack)." You stuck out your hand.
I paused, unsure, then took it.
And whispered a shocked, "Hi. I'm Shelby."
My seat was changed to the very back.
Right where I could not talk to you.
But how I wanted to know more about you!
Did I do wrong,
just trying to be friendly?
Was it wrong of me to say "Hello"
when you walked by?
I asked questions,
because curiosity got the better of me.
Questions, questions, questions,
Day in, day out.
You never told me off.
You never failed to answer.
You always were polite.
I gave you so many chances to tell the truth.
To say, "Please, leave me alone for a bit."
I would have gone.
But you said nothing.
And I pressed on.
Somehow, word got out.
That I liked you more than I should.
A friend of mine sent you a note that said,
"Hey! You know my BFF Shelby?
She's crazy about you!
I was wondering what you thought about her!"
And you sent the note back,
"Ugh! She's such a creep!
Everywhere I go, she's there.
I can't turn a corner without her showing up!
She is seriously creepin'."
The note found its way to me.
I was crushed, burned, hurt.
I wish you had told me before.
But now the world knows.
And now I know.
You never even thought of me as a friend.
I never cry over you now.
But I still bleed.
When I see you, I bleed.
When I think of you, I bleed.
When I'm reminded of that terrible note,
And even though,
I know the truth,
I still find myself wishing for you to say something.