I ask myself the queston what i feel.
What i feel for him, i do not understand.
"Can i have a look at your phone?" "can i have your number?" "can we maybe meet?"
What do you want? What do you feel?
All the others aound me want to see me laugh and smile with him,
want to see my hand in his,
want to see my heart beat with his.
I'm sorry guys, he's just cute. Nothing strong, nothing deep, why don't you understad?
He looks at me, i look back, yes who cares?
Maybe he, maybe i.
It's nothing strong, nothing deep.
But my feelings for him grow day for day, so do his, i hear.

I just don't understand....
27.8.06 17:22

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