why boys will never know how girls feel on the subway
That beautiful boy across from me will never know.
He looks at me, now, like I’ve never told him th is before and he knows he could
never
Understand.
His stubble is bright, even now, even though it makes my face itch.
even though he’ll shave it tomorrow anyways
She constantly questions herself why feare is
there
But it isn’t really you r decision either
I I
a m Am
Begion ing beginning
to f33l t o fe el
lik z you like you
Dddddddddddon’t don’t don’t don’t
Get Get
It. It.
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