The hurt he's causing you is probably, no definitely the worst type you'll ever feel.
You wait around for the right time to come, just waiting for your chance. But what would happen if the right time never did come.
And everytime someone ask's you why. I hope I could be your because.
I don't want to be the girl who's waiting at home, wondering where you'll be and having so much to say to you, but never having any chance to do it. I don't want to be the girl that's so busy being angry that I never have a shot at being happy.
"Seeing your smile when I think about you,
What in the world comes closer to,
I said the things I've been meaning to say,
Cause I know really I'm not afraid."