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

Not skinny enough
not big enough boobs...

I want to no why doesn't he like me
i need to no why...

What happened to kindergarten
what about grade school...

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

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

Her walls hear secrets no one else can hear
her floor sees things no one else can see...

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

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

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

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...