First Crush

I was in the eighth grade, I had my first crush
She was sixteen and I couldn't get enough
Pretty brown hair that I couldn't help but love
I thought I'd make her mine if I say the right stuff
It's hopeless, her friends I envy
I'd give up if my heart would let me
I'd yet to learn that less is more

I like her, I'm not sorry
Love to imagine if we made it work
Her and me, the perfect fantasy
Like chasing shooting stars, a place beyond too far
There might be hope for her and me

I was in the twelfth grade, I thought I'd grown up
Got another chance but I'm still the same chump
I still try when I know it won't work
Tell her how you feel, it'll only make it worse
It's over but never ending
It seems I'm only pretending
It's so hard to let these things just end

I like her, I'm not sorry
Love to imagine if we made it work
Her and me, the perfect fantasy
Like chasing shooting stars, a place beyond too far
There might be hope for her and me

I like her, I'm not sorry
Love to imagine if we made it work
Her and me, the perfect fantasy
Like chasing shooting stars, a place beyond too far
There might be hope for her and me



Credits
Writer(s): Tommy Long
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