I like you..
I like your eyes,
I like your body,
I like your hair,
I like you as
yourself..
You are the one
I'm looking
for at school..
You are so special
to me..
But soon,
I'm problably
gone..
Because I
don't like
my education..
I'm so afraid
I'll miss
you so..
I can cry about
it or I can laugh
about it..
But I think
I'll miss you so..
Maybe I don't see
you any more..
Maybe I can't
forget you..
Maybe I can't
get you out
of my head..
Maybe I
love you..