Like A Band-Aid
 
She doesn't know how much you care.
I wish that she could see
That just by being nice to you
She's cast a spell all over you.

I've seen the little boy in your eyes.
He really needs reassuring
That this little 'crush'
That you may have
Won't end with a harsh burning.

Meanwhile, I'm stuck here in the middle.
The sooner the better, please.
If you're gonna get hurt,
It's better to do it quick
And get it over with
Like a band-aid

By Demented Chipmunk

© 2009 Demented Chipmunk (All rights reserved)

 

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