I come here in the summer, wind and the rain. Twice a week I sit here and tell it everything. There's never any problem and i'm never feeling blue, until all that changes, the moment i think of you. There is a pain deep inside me everytime i look across the street, and wonder if i crossed it, would you see me? would we meet? I know your there right now, flirting with that girl,but all i can do is sit here and let it tear appart my world.