 sometimes i want him to disappearbut most times i just want him nearmaybe i'm scared, or maybe i'm notor maybe it's the love that i havethat i don't want him to knowbut when i look at him, i guess it showssometimes he makes me sickbut then it only makes me feel betterwhen he's around i get weakbut i know i've never been strongerjust a voice could take me highjust a look could make me flyeverytime i start to cryi hold back my tears to give him a smilesome chemistry or something like thatsomething that almost drives me madlike a beautiful pain creeping inside meeverytime i hear him say my nameit's a familiar feeling and strange just the sameand i start to flush when he talks to mei just hope he won't seethose little things i do to himand he does to methose little moves and simple touchthat goes to tell i like him so much.-- L.J.S.O. --
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