I am awkward.
Ya, I admit it.
I don't know how to talk to you
And it hurts when you don't talk to me.
I wish I had that beautiful red hair
... You seem to like those.
It's hard when there are days
That I feel like it's so easy
And I want to be with you,
So badly.
Ya, I'm awkward
But that's just one of my quirks
But, you know...
I'm not always awkward.
I just don't know
How to put into words
What I feel about you.
I'm rather infatuated with you...
It's not that big of a secret.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 3:21 PM UTC
I am awkward.
Ya, I admit it.
I don't know how to talk to you
And it hurts when you don't talk to me.
I wish I had that beautiful red hair
... You seem to like those.
It's hard when there are days
That I feel like it's so easy
And I want to be with you,
So badly.
Ya, I'm awkward
But that's just one of my quirks
But, you know...
I'm not always awkward.
I just don't know
How to put into words
What I feel about you.
I'm rather infatuated with you...
It's not that big of a secret.
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