It Hurts

By Lois C., Loyola Park After School Program

I see you in the corridors with those fake friends of yours. Flirting in the hallway with the popular girls of today.
I don’t know if I will burst. Baby this hurts. (chorus)
I can’t keep thinking of you yet your always on my mind. It’s hard to be myself when your eyes meet mine.
He loves pixie sticks. They make him crazy. He has hazel eyes and brown hair. He makes me laugh all the time.
He’s smart, he’s cute. He has a girl on his arm. And I wish it was me. He got braces. But I think he looks cuter.