There is a boy who catches my bus

Who has blue eyes as clear

As the lake the kids go swimming in

He sits with his friends 

And laughs a lot at the little things

And when his friends are silent

He looks out the window.

I sit two seats behind him

And I think he is beautiful.


There is a boy who catches my bus

Who acts happy every morning 

From 7am.

He sits with his friends

And gives them empty smiles

And wears long sleeves

In the middle of the summer.

I sit two seats behind him

And I think he is beautiful.

There is a boy who catches my bus

And stares at his lap

And when his friends says something funny

He doesn't laugh anymore.

I sit two seats behind him

And I think he is beautiful.


There was a boy who caught my bus

Who was found by his parents

After he had 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

And told her she was 

Beautiful.