She is cute, pretty and lovely,
Everywhere she goes the eyes are staring,
She is my crush since 5th grade,
I thought i got over her,
Went out with her and one or two friends,
Talked and laughed a lot,
Against the eyes are staring, at her than at me,
They must be thinking,"Lucky Bastard!"
Well if she is mine, i can not agree less,
Hold her hand when as crossing the street,
Well helped her when she jumped across a wide gap,
It was only few seconds,
Then some feelings rushed back, a familiar feeling,
I came back to myself seven yeas ago,
Stupid, idiot and chasing her everywhere,
Remembering all that i cannot helped but laugh,
At least now i can stop myself,
Last nght i had a dreamed about you,
I knew it was a dream but who cares,
She is there all that matters,
Old love came back...
