See Inside

I can see inside your backpack. What I've told them, I can't take back; they know I've liked you for a while now. I wonder if you know That I'm walking behind you. Your bag is kind of see-through, The kind you might have If you're cool. I talk to you sometimes. I wish that you'd say more. Nobody understands What I'm crushing on you for. Across the classroom, I sit...and stare; There's got to be something You're dying to share. You're walking down The hallway, Jack. I see inside Your green backpack. I wish there was a diary Inside your bag For me to see. Would you ever say the first word? Do you even Want to be heard? I didn't understand you, Jack. I can see inside your backpack. Perhaps there's nothing there at all; Maybe I just like to fall. I can see inside your backpack, Jack --it's empty.