I always sort of saw you
From the corner of my eye
Like some shy little butterfly
That fluttered right by

I often Sort of knew you
Knew you were standing there
Trying to make me stare
Desperately, needing me to care

I sometimes sort of felt you
Tapping on my shoulder
Trying to make me look over
My blank expression making you colder

I even once sort of heard you
Crying: I'd not changed since the start
That I'd always ripped you apart
Never ever cared for your heart

But I ought to let you know
My Little Fire-Fly
That I never knew why...
Never knew who, held me to such a tie...