See how they dance around
I look at them and I'm home bound
I'm not crazy, they really are there
And I really don't appreciate your odd stares
They're there I tell you!
Their bright blue eyes are piercing through
Well now they're gone
But it won't be long
Till they return for me

This isn't normal
I barely even know what it is 
I barely know anything anymore
I've had this before 
But this time it's different
Because I'm refusing to admit 
What I'm feeling 
To anyone, even myself 

I'm refusing to admit
That you make my heart do backflips
That you make my stomach churn
In the best possible way
I'm refusing to admit
That I think about you everyday
That my breath hitches
Whenever you come my way

If anyone asks me, I'll deny it but
I really think I actually like you
This feeling had never lasted this long 
Except for one time 
But that's for another time 
I love this feeling because it gets my blood pumping

But I hate it too because things never  end well
In fact- scratch everything I just said
I'm not ready to open up yet

Don't look at me
I'm not pretty
I won't blow your mind
Don't get to know me either
You'll just get disappointed

I had three more days to live they said
I had to get my affairs in order they said
And say goodbye to my loved ones
Wait... loved ones?
I have no loved ones
Everyone I met along the way
Was pushed out of my life
By me..

You see I thought that they would be distractions
Obstacles in the way of my success
My mother always said
'Eliminate your distractions'
And that is just what I did

Now I'm successful, dying and alone
Where did my life lead to?
No one to share my joys with
But my pathetic dog that can't even walk right
My whole life was a waste
And I have only three days
To try and change that

I have yet to be kissed
in a manner
so passionate and incandescent
that it has yet to leave my lips,
never to be forgotten.

A vicious war is waging between two groups
The pink and the blue cannot be pacified
Just because one pink is too loud for her own good
But that's no excuse for all this bloodiness
Yes, people make mistakes
Especially pinks, when they ***

There's a dark side to the blues
A side that scares not the pinks
But the other colors in this crayon box
A side that is foreign and is verging on evil
This little pink right here is fed up of this madness

It's either we learn to mix our colours
To create a beautiful myriad
Or we all clash together and end up
With a torn crayon box and broken crayons
It's the battle of the sexes
And it doesn't look like it's ending anytime soon