". . . There you are, standing against that wall that you do every morning, I walk passed you waiting for these butterflies to go away, although I get them everyay at the same t ime, at the same place from the same person, I think I am in love but there's always something holding me back, just the way you look at me when you say my name and the way you stand just chylln with your friends, I am comfortable with you even though I know you not as well as I want too, but there you go again."
