Does this really have to be a secret?
All I want to do is kiss you,
But I can't because you're scared of
Who might see.
We're so close to being together.
I love you.
And you love me.
Can't you forget her
And pick me?
You get jealous when I'm with her,
Why?
I already told you,
You're the one I want.
Does that not mean a thing to you?
We got so close,
Now I feel you pull away.
You thought I ditched you for her,
But you ditched me for all your friends.
They're so clueless.
I'm really trying here...
I love you.
I really do.
I'm in love with you.
So please,
Pick me,
Choose me,
Love me.
(She didn't pick me, choose me, or love me in the end...)
