I show a strange fascination
In those I leave behind
And those who leave me wondering
What answers I will find

Will you seek me?
Did you?
Do you share my thoughts?
Do I follow pointlessly?

It's probably right the way that we drifted apart
Though I don't care for dancing around each other like a dying art

There are things I try to avoid
many things in fact
I try to avoid the creepy guy staring at me on the bus
I try to avoid my teachers outside of school
I try to avoid gum on the sidewalk
I try to avoid you sometimes
Sometimes to protect myself
Other times simply to do it
There are things I try to avoid
one of them is you
and I am sorry you have fallen into that category
but I am not sorry for the reason why

He's here..
He's back.

I have to tolerate him sitting next to me again.
Our director says just tell him what you want him to do.
Like he'll listen to me.

I don't know what I'll do.
If I can do anything
And he's here until Monday..

What am I gonna do?
I can't breathe when he's around.
He is the creator of my butterflies that inhabit my stomach.
What will I do?

He's back.
He's here...

Someone **** me please?