Show up late
Drunk off your a...

Wake up
catch the bus...

Dust on the bottom
paper scraps on the top...

Math book on the bottom
under college applications...

Who loves who
who broke up with you...

I think I am starting to like you. I don't know...

I love him. I really think I do. But it is a dead...

"Luv yah hon!" thats just the norm
I say that to everyone I care about...

She walks down the crowded halls
Head low, never talking...

Long sleeves, hoodies, jackets
Everyday, even in the summer...

I loved a boy
He dd not feel the same...

God,
I'm kneeling here once again...