■ Verse 1
You see her.
She walks past you again, like she always does.
To her, it’s just another moment.
To you, it’s everything.
Time feels slower.
You try to act natural—laugh, speak casually—
but inside, your heart reacts differently.
It’s louder.
It’s restless.
It knows what you want to say,
even if your mouth can’t say it yet.
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■ Pre-Chorus 1
Then, your eyes meet.
And just for a second,
you think: This is it.
But no.
The words freeze in your throat.
“I love you” stays silent,
caught behind nerves, behind fear.
All you can do is smile
and hope she doesn’t notice how much you’re holding in.
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■ Chorus 1
This is the moment “before.”
Before anything changes.
Before the truth comes out.
You feel it pushing inside your chest,
like it’s going to burst.
The thoughts come late at night,
when it’s quiet,
and your mind drifts to her again.
Every imagined future,
every dream,
starts with her.
You want to say it.
You need to say it.
But you’re still here—
standing on the edge.
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■ Verse 2
You remember the small things.
How she laughs.
How she says your name.
How she doesn’t realize how much space she takes in your heart.
She’s not trying to make you fall.
But you already have.
And she doesn’t even know.
These quiet memories build up like waves—
gentle, but impossible to ignore.
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■ Pre-Chorus 2
The next time your eyes meet,
it’s harder to stay silent.
The words climb higher in your chest.
You feel the urgency growing.
You’re running out of time—
or maybe just running out of excuses.
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■ Chorus 2
Again, the feeling floods in.
This time, it’s even stronger.
The music swells,
and your emotions rise with it.
You imagine saying it.
Imagine her smile.
Imagine what might happen if you take the risk.
Everything could change.
And that idea doesn’t scare you anymore.
It excites you.
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■ Bridge
There was a night.
Just the two of you.
Walking beneath the city lights.
Close enough to touch.
Your hands almost brushed.
You looked at her.
You almost said it.
The moment was perfect.
But you let it pass.
And now, it haunts you
—not with regret,
but with possibility.
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■ Final Chorus
Now, you know.
The next time you see her,
you won’t hold back.
You’ve rehearsed the words a thousand times.
You’re done waiting.
You’re done hiding.
The song rises one last time,
bright, hopeful, trembling with emotion.
You’re ready.
You’re going to say it.
Very soon.
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■ Outro
but now you’re standing right in front of it.
And this time,]