Crush
makes me blush
people annoy
like a bad toy
thinking to much
rushing at stuff
can't stop thinking
can't stop thinking
he sat next to me

My mind wonders
it's a punder
That I can think at all

He's a gamer
I'm a loser
My hair looks a mess
I can't just guess!
What does he think of me?

Math is boring
English is fun
all cause I sit next to him
Same with lunch.

I got his friend code
I wonder if he's looked at
that swapnote I sent him
Wonder if he has a paint account
If he did
He must have heard me talking
about him
I'm an idiot
an ultimate loser
I hate the world.