It's a week from today -
I'll be seeing you soon.
The same place as always, just a little after noon.
I don't know for sure
If I still feel the same
but I know all I've thought of the past weeks is your name.
Just seven days from now
I'll be seeing you again
I hope that maybe this year, we could at least be friends.
Your face keeps forming in my mind
I don't know what to do
I can't go out without thinking maybe I'll see you.
I'll be seeing you real soon
I can't think of anything else
So please forgive me when the second we meet, I make a fool of myself.
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