(-_To Someone_-)

The first time I met you, Is it true, That I have a crush on you, I'm scared to tell you, The true, But was it really the truth, My heart is beating so fast when I'm next to you, I'm sweating in blue, I try to throw the nervous away, And try to stay calm for the play, I lay on the couch that feels like clay, And think about you, The feeling of nervous and the red blush, Is showing it of, I feel embarrassed, So I go out with my mate to finely have a rest for the day.