Isn't it strange?
That i feel so inclined...

Her forehead is furrowed
Eyebrow wrinkled...

I used to catch you staring at me
Seeping through me like i was a sieve...

A girl
By definition...

I'm upset easily
My tongue and teeth...

A gesture quite clear and true
A gift from me to you...

Just a glimpse of you will make my day
I get only a glimpse any way...

I love the piano
I can't play...

I hate her so much
I'm so sorry...

I'm not a pile of fluffy pancakes
Don't pour your maple on me...

What am I feeling?
I don't know what I'm thinking...

Why is it
That every time i climb up that hill...