I don't know what to do,
Because i really love you,
But i am always shy,
So i always end up looking at the skie.
I hate it how love can be!
But love is like a tree,
It always grows,
But sometimes it could be like a flea!
Well no one can describe it,
Not even love itself!
Love is very hard to tell,
You say you love me,
And then you don't,
I say i love you,
And then i have to say goodbye.
