• Thinking Of You

    I sit here in class staring at the board deep in thought,
    but it's not about what the teaching is saying or writing - none of that is making any sense right now.

    It's you.

    You who alyways stands in my way,
    You who alyways stalks my dreams,
    You who always makes me cry inside,

    You who makes me wish...that I could be with you.

    You're always laughing with you friends,
    You always walk with me at the end of the day from or last class to where my parents pick me up.

    You'll sometimes even give me a hug.
    A hug that keeps me warm for days.
    A hug that seams to last for days, but in truth only last for a matter or secounds.

    I look around the classroom and I always think:
    'is there anyone else here who feels that way I do?'
    'is there anyone else here who who loves YOU too?'
    'is there anyone here who you love instead of me?'

    I know that you don't want to be with me, and I'll try to accept that.
    But I can't promiss you that I can,
    Becouse right now I think I can't.

    Who knows,
    Maybe,
    just maybe,
    one day you'll think,
    Maybe you'll think:
    that you love me too.