Maybe I'm still hung up on you. Maybe, even though it has been
nearly three years since I last saw you, maybe I'm still haunted
by the image of your beautiful face, and that smile that knew,
that knew what I had just felt; a smile that knew you had stolen
my heart. Maybe I've grow up and now that I'm older I know that I
shouldn't hope for things that will never come, but maybe that
hasn't kept you out of my thoughts. Maybe I just want to see your
face, maybe I want to know if you'll still give me that
incredible weak-in-the-knees feeling. Maybe you'll break my heart
when you show me a picture of your beautiful girl. But maybe,
just maybe, you'll tell me that it has been me all along. that
i'm the girl you can't get out if your head. And maybe it's that
little sliver of possibility that keeps me hoping.