Why do I care
what you think?
You don't matter to me.
Yet every move I make,
I think about what you'd say.
I wear certain things.
Do certain things.
Just so you don't think wrong of me.
I say I don't care about you.
But deep inside,
do I?
Do I really want to be friends with you?
Hangout with you?
Pass notes in class?
Am I jealous of you?
Or what?
I'm not sure.
Would you even...
give me a chance? |