Sitting in my world of waisted time, and missed opportunities.   
Needing to move on, but unable.
Stuck, like you.  Like the dork I always said I was.

Tell me it's ok to love.
Tell me to move on.
Tell me our hearts are not connected - Still.

When your heart whispers, mine hears it clear.
When your heart calls out, mine answers your plea.
When your heart cries, mine responds in kind.

Tell me it's ok to love. 
Tell me to move on.
Tell me our hearts are not connected - Still.

Should I feel this wrong when another reaches for my hand?
Should I keep looking away when another smiles into my eyes?
Should I feel this betrayal when another touches my lips?

Tell me its ok to love. 
Tell me to move on.
Tell me our hearts are not connected - Still.