She stares at her ceiling once againWith a hundred thoughtsMaybe he knows who I amActually,probably notShe walks down the hall with her head down lowScared to meet his eyesEven when she hears his voiceShe's swarmed with butterfliesIt's impossible to get you off my mindI think about a hundred thoughts and you areninety-nineI've understood that you will never be mineAnd that's fineI'm just freaking insideHe always walks the crowded halls and is blinded by this lightA girl who keeps her head down low and never shows her eyesHe's trying to talk to her but there's no easy wayCause every time he raises his voice,she runs awayOh it's impossible to get you off my mind I think about a hundred thoughts and you areninety-nine I've understood that you will never be mineAnd one day,maybe she'll stay And start to head over his wayAnd one day,she'll look into his eyesIthink about a hundred thirds and you are ninety-nineMaybe there's a chance that you will be mine