Walking into the old school
Doing nothing but thinking
Thinking about you
About us
I know
That we'll be nothing more
Nothing more than friends but
Still I think
I'm afraid to talk to you
Afraid of what you'd think of me
But even through that
I can imagine
Can't I?
If imagining,
Wishing,
For you is a sin,
Then let satin take me away
I would do anything to gain you
To gain your
… Love
I'm afraid of the word
'Love'
Constantly fearing yet always hoping
Is it possible?
Is it possible that maybe our history could rewrite its self
Rewrite the part where I fear your love
Rewrite the hurt yet the love that came with it
Just rewrite me