Why is it everyday when i go to bed
i think of his smile, and my face turns bright red?
why is it every day when i hear his voice i block the world out like i don\'t have a choice?
why is it every bell when he\'s at his locker i stare aimlessly feeling like a stocker?
why is it every day ehrn he calls me on the phone, i feel like i can say n ething, like i\'m not alone?
why is it when i say his name i run right out of air?
why is it when we go out places
my heart begins to speed, running races?
and why is it when i think its are all well, he says he doesn\'t love me, walks away like \"oh, well\"?
could it be we\'re different?
could it be we\'re bad?
could it be i ment to live my life, always being depressed and really sad?
could it be i\'m helpless?
could it be his shame?
or could it be i\'m asking too many queation?
am i the one to blame?
