When you
look at me i think "he loves
me" When
you smile at me i think 'he
might ask me out" When i think your coming tord me i
think "omg!" when you brush by me and go talk to
the girl that sits next to me in almost every class i
feel "stupid"
I love
the kind that want to hold your hand, The kind thats not afraid or scared
and not shy, I want the kind who will be there for
me when i need them, I want u