Wrong. Right. Thinking.

It's wrong.
But how can it feel so right?

It's unhealthy thinking.
There's such a low chance.
But I think, that this is different.
It feels different this time.
Like... it was just made for me.
Like you were made for me.

And you know.
I won't stop believing in my other dreams.
So why should I give up on this one?

You never know what might happen.

Whatever they say,
I know I can.
I know I will.

There's just no 'No'.

I know it's wrong.
But it feels so right.

You.

I am thinking about you now.
Right now.
I just don't know how.
I think we might just.. fit very well.
I think about you all the time.
I just can't stand the fact, that you don't know me at all.
I just want to get my chance.
It'll take some time for me.
But if you were just able to wait for me.
But how could you know?
No one ever tells.

When I try to sleep,
I always imagine laying on your chest an hearing your heartbeat.
I honestly don't want anyone else.
It's you.

It's strange,
but I know... it's you.

Good night to you.

If you just knew...