What makes her think that she can tell me all her problems  How can she tell that i'm the one that really cares  She asks me what to do i ask her why she trusts me  Sometimes i wonder if, my answers are for me not her    Everytime i see her my mind starts working overtime  I think of all the cool things, I'd like to tell her  I try to think of all the cool things that could happen  If i would ask her and she answered yes, yes, yes    What if i would, what if we did  What if i tried and she felt the same  What if she won't date me, and what if she hates me  I guess I'll sit at home and wonder, if after all this time  You were meant for me, is that the way it should be?    What if i start a fight and everything turns into hate  What if my friends say "fuck you, we won't hang out with her"  I'd really like to maybe later i should ask her  I have to hope that later is not to late    [Chorus]