Girl I can tell that you're thinking of leaving. But it'll hurt me so much you don't want me to know. You've done all you can to hide what you're feeling.
Every morning I watch you walk into the office. In your business suit and matching shoes. With your hair put up neatly, you tug at your glasses. And you you sit down, just three desks down.
Girl I can tell that you're thinking of leaving. But it'll hurt me so much you don't want me to know. You've done all you can to hide what you're feeling.