I still remember, third of December, me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me then did you? Only if you knew how much I liked you but I watched your eyes as she walks by what a sight for sore eyes, brighter then the blue sky. She’s got you mesmerized while I die… why would you ever kiss me? I’m not even half as pretty… you gave her your sweater it’s just polyester. But you like her better. One day, in class, you and Aaron were talking then Heather came up to you and spoke“H-hey”