I sit down.
You sit down next to me.
You talk to me.
Introduce yourself.
I smiled each time a word came from that mouth of yours.
Your eyes make me want to stare, even though I know staring is very rude.
Your smile makes my heart beat become strangely out of tune.
Your laugh makes me smile, it seems slightly melodic.
And your voice... I could listen to that all day.
I could look at you all day..

I knew something like this would happen eventually.
Me, being all pathetic and young.
Being silly and not knowing what to expect next.
You, older, more mature, and practically perfect.
Smarter.
You know what you're doing.
But sometimes people don't know waht's going on in that head of yours.
Whethere you put on a smile for us or not, we'll never know at that moment.
Whether you love or hate your life, we won't know.

But I'll listen to you and I'll tell you what I'm thinking.
I'll hold you and love the way you kiss me.
I'll touch you and keep you close to me when you need me.
I'll make those silly noises that make you want to kiss me, just to annoy you (it's what I do).
I'll kiss you whenever you want me to.
I'll love the way you run your fingertips over my cheek when I kiss you back.
And I'll sit by you, next to you.
I'll hate the moments that we're apart and wish you were by my side.
I can't seem to get enough of you.

I'm a fool.
I'll always be.
But I'll be your fool.
Nothing will changed.
Nothing at all.

I seem to love you..