I get through most of my days at school because
You don’t seem to hate me when you see me
We walk down the hallway and Our eyes connect for a quick second
I flash back to the beginning
Me holding you at the bottom of the stairs
Not realizing that I have to be in Mrs. Creel class before the bell rings
Some how when I was with you time was frozen
And everything was forgotten until we parted
Now it’s back to the future and You hate me
I guess I need you to hate me
Otherwise you would talk to me and I wouldn’t be able to do it
Act as if it doesn’t affect me
Talking while your around so that it seems as if I’m okay
Knowing that one day I will be
Just not now and probably not tomorrow
But one day hopefully