I write about the happy stuff,
The truth is that I am never that happy.
I hunger for something more,
Something exciting.
So I chase after him,
He doesn't know,
How I think about him.
To me, he is the bad boy,
And I am the little school girl,
Who is too inicent for her own good.
With him by my side,
He can break me out of my school girl shell,
And transform into something new.
