The feeling intensifies As I think about him I shouldn't be like this Just because he looked at me Doesn't mean that I should feel this coldness In my finger tips And in my toes I shouldn't get cotton mouth everytime You speak to me It's the typical story The girl with good grades Nice future and nice home And the g from the wrong side of the tracks' But I'd give anything To be on yourside So different Senior...freshman... No druggie here...Pot head Drinker...Drinker...bam! That's all you need!
Reason for writing:
Hey, who said you have to want your mirrored image?
It's all good tonight.
Birth sign: Libra
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