Your eyes, your hair, the way you smile and joke around. Your perfect but you shouldn’t be… I definitely shouldn’t be feeling this way about you; you’re a flirt, a player. You pick a girl at the beginning of each night and get with her… why did you have to choose me last night? everyone says you ‘dig’ me but I find that hard to believe. I’m a mess; my head all over the place and my bi polar drags be down. You had to go and f*** with my head a little more didn’t you..? but I forgive you because you don’t know that… nobody knows… It’s my little secret. I fear that I love you and it’s not good. But I guess we’ll see where this is going to go…