WARNING! THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER DEALS WITH MATURE CONTENT! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!
There's a boy who catches my bus
Who has bluey-grey eyes as clear as the lake the kids go swimming in
He sits with his friends
and laughs a lot at little things.
I sit two seats behind him and I think he's beautiful.
There's a boy that catches my bus who acts happy every morning
He sits with his friends and gives them empty smiles
and wears long sleeves in the middle of summer.
I sit two seats behind him and I think he's beautiful.
There's a boy that catches my bus
Who has bluey-grey eyes as empty had the lake the kids go swimming in
He sits with his friends and stares at his lap
And when his friends say something funny, he doesn't laugh anymore
I sit two seats behind him and I think he's beautiful
There was a boy who caught my bus
Who was found by his parents after he shot himself.
He wrote a letter to his friends and told them he loved them
He wrote a letter to his parents saying sorry
And he wrote a letter to the sad girl
Who sat two seats behind him on the bus
And told her he thought she was beautiful.
