Love...
Love is when you feel him
even when he's not there
you go out on a limb
to see if he will notice and care
yet he does not
so you stare to get caught
you love how he looks
while he reads all those books
even when he's not there
you go out on a limb
to see if he will notice and care
yet he does not
so you stare to get caught
you love how he looks
while he reads all those books
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