First Crush

I was in the eighth grade, I had my first crush She was sixteen and I couldn't get enough Pretty brown hair that I couldn't help but love I thought I'd make her mine if I say the right stuff It's hopeless, her friends I envy I'd give up if my heart would let me I'd yet to learn that less is more I like her, I'm not sorry Love to imagine if we made it work Her and me, the perfect fantasy Like chasing shooting stars, a place beyond too far There might be hope for her and me I was in the twelfth grade, I thought I'd grown up Got another chance but I'm still the same chump I still try when I know it won't work Tell her how you feel, it'll only make it worse It's over but never ending It seems I'm only pretending It's so hard to let these things just end I like her, I'm not sorry Love to imagine if we made it work Her and me, the perfect fantasy Like chasing shooting stars, a place beyond too far There might be hope for her and me I like her, I'm not sorry Love to imagine if we made it work Her and me, the perfect fantasy Like chasing shooting stars, a place beyond too far There might be hope for her and me