Maybe this something is the fact, that he won’t disappear out of my head.
When I lay in bed, with my headphones on, I often find myself thinking about him.

Fantasize about dates we will never have.
About a kiss we will never have.
About a future we will never have.

Maybe this something is that these daydreams are stuck in my head, even though he doesn’t even do something…

Maybe this something is the way he is a bit childish.
But in a sweet way.
Maybe it’s the way he’s walking springy when he’s in a good mood and not surrounded of people.
But maybe he’s only like that when he’s with me.

Maybe this something is the fact that he’s not ashamed in front of me.
That he sings along with songs, no matter if it sounds good or not. But maybe he just does this when he’s with me.

Maybe this something is the way he’s trying to make me laugh.
Like when he makes a joke and waits for my reaction.
Or when he moves along with music with the awareness, that it looks funny.
And I think that’s really sweet.  

I mean… he’s such a ******. But it’s sweet.

Maybe this something is his body language.
Maybe it’s the way you can tell how he feels in the way he moves.
If he’s comfortable or if he isn’t. But maybe only I can tell it.

Maybe this something is his humour.
He doesn’t take everything too serious, which is great, because he always relaxes the mood.
Maybe it’s the fact, that he sometimes tries to relax the mood in inappropriate situations.

Maybe this something is his eyes. His hazel eyes.
Maybe it’s the way they look at you.
Maybe it’s the way he winks at me.
It’s attractive but also really cute.

Maybe it’s the fact, that his eyes are telling how he really feels. Maybe it’s the way, that his eyes are the keys to his soul.
You feel like you could touch it.
Maybe it’s the way you could stare into his eyes forever.

But maybe only I could stare into these eyes forever.

Maybe this something is his sweetness.
Maybe it’s the way he apologizes,
even though he hasn’t done anything wrong.

Maybe it’s the fact that he is really sorry.
Maybe it’s the way I can see it in his eyes.
His regret, his guilt. His honest.

But maybe only I see it.

I guess there is a reason for the pain I constantly feel
Meaning in the length of time it takes for me to heal
I may not see it now but in time I'm sure I will
It's all part of the prophecy I must fulfill
The tearful nights spent debilitated by heartache
At moments seemed like too much for me to take
But I held on through the worst of despair
And now I use those memories to inspire and share
Maybe my story lets others know that they are not alone
When they are sad, angry, or cut down to the bone
Because I've suffered yet I am still standing here today
As proof that the misery will eventually go away
So all the sorrow I endure on pages I spread
And turn my trauma into something beautiful instead

Maybe this something is in the way he makes you feel.
Maybe it’s the way he makes you feel part of his friends.
Like he really likes you.
Maybe it’s the way he makes you feel understood.

Maybe this something is his character.
Maybe it’s his diversity.
Maybe it’s the fact that he’s weird in a lovely way.
Maybe it’s the way he is caring and ready to help.
Maybe it’s the way he’s always in a good mood.
Maybe it’s the way his good mood is contagious.

Maybe this something is the fact that he’s just himself.
Maybe it’s the way he never pretends to be someone he isn’t.

I don’t know what is.
But there’s something about him.

There’s something about him.
I don’t know what it is, but there’s something.

Maybe this something is his look. His appearance.
He’s like the boy next door. With shaggy hair and hazel eyes.
Maybe it’s his smile. His laugh.

Maybe this something is in the way he moves
or in the way he talks.
Maybe it’s how he keeps eye contact whilst talking to you.
Maybe it’s the way he moves his hand trough his hair.

Maybe this something is the fact that he can be a real gentleman.
But maybe it’s the fact that in heart, he’s still a kid.