It’s
like
there’s so
much to say, but not enough time to say it.
My heart is beating just for you,
and I don’t think you understand that.
I miss you the second you slip out of my
sight.
I want you to love
me.
Only me.
I need you to grab my hand in the hall,
kiss me on the forehead,
and just love me for the moody, outgoing, crazy girl that I
am.
I’m not asking for much… just a guy that will
care.
I want you to prove to me that all guys aren’t the
same.
That they have hearts, and they cry over losing the one they
love,
even if they don’t want anyone to know.
I
just w ant y ou.
I’ve al w ays wanted
you.