We walk down the halls together

holding hands,

and people stare at us.

But I don't care what they think.

I love holding your hand.

I feel wanted.



We stop at our lockers, and you

look down at me and smile,

it melts my heart.

People stare but I don't care,

I feel wanted.



We bring our mouths together

and embrace in a long, gentle kiss.

It could last forever.

I don't care what they think -

I love to feel your arms around me.

So, let them stare.

I feel wanted.



I walk you to your bus,

and we embrace each other once again,

to end a perfect day. Later they tell us

we put on a show for those starring.

But I don't care. I want people to see

me happy.



They can think what they want,

they don't know my story.

I feel loved and to me that's all that matters.

So let them stare.

I feel wanted ... finally.