He's not strong, he's not brave
He's not very smart, and he can't save.
He was called a weakling in our class,
He's even sometimes left by the school bus.
We are friend ever since,
But I have this feeling inside me that still linger.
Yes, I like him
But, we can't be together.
We are still young, still fulfilling our dreams;
Dreams that can chatter by any means,
So I rather be alone than seeing him unhappy
Seeing his Christmas not merry
He's not strong, he's not brave
And we're still naive
So I want to take a chance and say I love you
By the help of this poem I gave, I hope this will do.
