There's a person that I like;
A person with pretty eyes
Wanting to become friends
I watch your face in profile
But still, I'm cowardly
And can't strike up conversations
If the days continue like this
I might go crazy

While sitting in a boring class
I opened my secret notebook
To a page that has turned pitch black
With words written just for you
I'm kind of really embarrassed about it
But I want to express them to you
After school, I made it into a paper plane
And flew it out
Through the classroom window

Gathering these feelings of mine
And this pile of
All-too-common words
I'll make them a shape

When I enter the classroom the next morning
Everyone just looks at me
Even that person I really like
Looks at me with clouded eyes
In the corner of the classroom
On top of my desk
Lies a familiar paper plane
The world
Fades away

I wanted to tell you
About these feelings of mine
I meant to make them a shape
But my heart was shattered

My broken heart won't go back to the way it was
That's why I'll make it a new shape

I want to tell you
I want to tell you
Even if I can't get it across
I'll make it a shape
Gathering these feelings of mine
And this pile of
All-too-common words
I'll make them a shape

I'll make these feelings of mine
This broken heart
And my feelings for you
Into a shape