There’s a boy that I know.
Who is different… Just different—
Girls are attached to his waist.
But a girl like me should not like him.
Because of the space.

The space is complicated.
I dare to tell.
He says were best friends?
BEST FRIENDS?
But he always fails.

All it takes is a simple message—
A simple HELLO!
Would just make my day.
But it’s all just a freakin’ tale.
A silly tale. Oh what the hell.

All the good times.
The dances. The flirting.
The kisses. HIM!!
I wish he would like me.
Oh.. umm.. what the hell.

He does gossip. Gossip about many things.
His friends, and even girls.
Even to my own space and face.
But what does he say about me behind my back?
Ew look at her face!?