People say u can stop your self from liking...
but what if u tried and it didn't work...

Not skinny enough
not big enough boobs...

She writes poems all night
then cries her self to sleep...

Her pom poms are down
her fists are up...

I remember him and his friends and how we use to...
but sometimes i wonder...

Running in the rain is like
running through your tears...

Broken on the inside
trying to smile with all my heart...

Sometimes i wish my crush one him would end
but i can't get it through my head...

At night dreams haunt her of the future coming to...
but its not the future that scares her...

Your legs are sore from chasing him
your eyes are red from crying...

One second she is your friend
then the next she isn't...

What happened to kindergarten
what about grade school...