Tate McRae One Day

She stares at her ceiling once again with hundred thoughts
"Maybe he knows who I am, 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
It's impossible to get you off my mind
I think about hundred thoughts and you are 99
I've understood that you will never be mine
And that's fine I'm just breaking inside
He always walks 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
Oh, it's impossible to get you off my mind
I think about hundred thoughts and you are 99
I've understood that you will never be mine
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