Unni Wilhelmsen
Maybe
I have outgrown the writing on toilet walls
Names in lipstick brightly red
Don't go around with my books in the halls
And complete lovestories in my head

I don’t rest my head on wet pillows anymore
After crying myself to sleep at night
A heart-shaped key in the lock of my door
Was the last thing I saw when I
Turned out the light

But that was a lifetime, a century ago
At least a couple of years...
Now I'm all grown up
With my personal cargo
Never again to be seen in tears

So all I can say is:
Oh, maybe I, maybe I have been
Thinkin' about you
And I hope
I hope that you know what to do...

To pick the petals off, one by one
On a Moon Daisy: Loves me, loves me not
Those moments of belief
Are mysteriously gone
Now I trust what I can see, and what I’ve got...
'Cause that was a lifetime, a century ago
At least a couple of years...
Now I'm all grown up
With my personal cargo
Never again to be seen in tears

So all I can say is:
Oh, maybe I, maybe I have been
Thinkin' about you
And I hope
I hope that you know what to do...

I've thrown away my pink, little diary
Or maybe I've kept it somewhere
The thought of a kiss is no longer scary
It's weird to remember I've
Actually been there...

But that was a lifetime, a century ago
At least a couple of years...
Now I’m all grown up
With my personal cargo
Never again to be seen in tears

So all I can say is:
Oh, maybe I, maybe I have been
Thinkin’ about you
And I hope
I hope that you know what to do...
Maybe I've been thinkin’ about you...