Sitting next to him,
I get butterflies,
The way I feel about him,
I feel unsure of what to do,
When I think of him,
It is in hope of seeing him again,
When I do,
Who knows what I�ll do,
If only I could say something,
I would but I�m not like that,
I keep my feelings hush, hush,
Because I don�t know who trust,
I just wish I could get over the feeling of�
Love.
