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Why is love so complicated?
Why does the heart always seem confused?
And why am I always left alone,
Wondering what it'd be like if I was with you?

I don't even know if you like me
Or if you notice the smiles I give.
It's always nice to at least dream that someone cares;
It gives me a reason to live.

But that seems to be the problem:
My romance is all in my head.
It doesn't help that the only time I get to express myself
Is when I'm safely tucked into bed.

One of these days I'll be bold,
And tell you just how I feel.
Maybe I'll be lucky,
And one day my dreams will be real.