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She stares at her ceiling, once again
With a hundred thoughts
Maybe he knows who I am?
Actually,Probably not
She walks down the hall with her head down low
Scared to meet his eyes
Even when she hears his voice
She's swarmed with butterflies
He always' rkin the crowded halls
and is blinded by this light
A girl who keeps her head down low and never shows her eyes
He's tried to talk to her, but there's no easy way
'Cause every time he raises his voice, she runs away