Why is it you give me butterflys? Why is it that when i'm around you I act like i'm six again? What is it that makes me like you? Why is it that you make me shy? What is it that I am so afraid of? What keeps me liking you? Why don't I just tell you about everything?You see, it's because i'm scared... Scared of what you will think, scared of what people will say, and scared to find out that i've wasted my time...
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