In the middle or on the end,
They all can see you so don’t pretend.
You try to hide in the middle of the crowd,
It just wont work your heartbeats too loud.
Pull the hair back from your gorgeous eyes,
Beauty is your gift and your full on supplies.
Don’t pretend that you don’t feel the looks,
They’re peeked and stolen from behind their books.
You shut yourself down and think they’re foolin’ you,
But if you’d upraise those eyes you’d realize what’s true.
Cause I’ve always seen you in the other side of the room,
Your like a beacon in the midnight gloom.
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