_A_fter all of this is over,

_B_efore I leave to start my own life,

_C_an I confess something?

_D_efinitely not something I'd say right now,

_E_ven not to my sister.

_F_or I'm falling for you when I know I shouldn't.

_G_oodness knows I try not to love you.

_H_elp is what I need, whenever you look at me with those intense eyes and that devastating smile.

_I_n the end though, you will probably be what they say,

_J_ust another teenage boy who trifles with girls way younger than him.

_K_ids are what we are but it sure doesnt’t feel like it, when you speak to me.

_L_ittle have we known each other,

_M_uch have we laughed, talked.

_N_othing would make me happier, to not care for you, for us to just be friends, in my mind at least.

_O_h, not again was my though after we met on that Sunday after church.

_P_lease, I just want the truth about those girls that they always talk about.

_Q_uestioning whether I should continue, even though it's not my choice.

_R_eally, its no one’s.

_S_o prove me wrong

_T_ell me the truth.

_U_nderneath that façade of calmness, there is a boy I want to know.

_V_ow to me that you care, don't if you don't.

_W_hen will I know?

_X_enial is what I think you to be, along with funny and intelligent,

_Y_outhful and charismatic, and then I convince myself that I cannot love you, but, when I see you,

Zeal in your gaze brings me to the beginning, and I might never escape this delusion.