Be free, the crush on thee.

I'm fourteen, I'm sure you know the struggles of such a young teenage girl I'm not like the others, though, maybe I am The struggles of a little one who has many demands Needs, to be free, but not too free, that's my life I have a crush at school over the boy who's clingy, clingy, since first sight Get a load of the small girl, the blonde girl, the quiet girl at a desk Not doing her work, but drawing at her best Don't talk to me, I don't want to talk. I don't want to walk and talk about love or romance, not with you I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but really, it's true How do I tell him this doesn't feel right? What if my phone was always on do not disturb at night for a reason you might not be aware of? In a way, it's a story But that story doesn't end I'll let you down slowly... I'm sorry this has to end I've lost feelings for you, my love is no longer true I can't say I love you Not anymore I like someone else Someone weak, but so kind and silly Truly yes, a silly-billy They're beautiful, but their looks don't matter Sweet and angry, but the opposite of what he was Entirely Let me go, let me forget that life Gainesville was old, this city is home I love them, really But you... Aren't mine anymore.