• I sit in this classroom
    Think about next year
    How we will be in middle school
    And still dont care
    All you say you want next year
    Is a girl friend?
    But no
    And I want to say so
    This is what I want
    I wish I could tell you this
    I want a boyfriend, with you
    I want to go to school dance, with you
    But still I say me too
    I don’t want to stay friend with you forever
    And I don’t want it to be weird
    All I want is to go
    Go to a place
    A place
    That I don’t know
    And spend the time with you
    But how to tell you
    I do not know
    I spend the day in class
    And think
    And think what would have happen if I told you
    And now it 7th grade
    And we are nothing more
    Not friend or foes
    Not more then two souls that were toren apart
    That day we gradutated
    That day I miss not telling you.