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I really don't know how to talk about it
You know I have this problem, I don't know what I'm going to say to her
And she's waiting for me in the door in front of my class room
But my balls, you know my balls are right in my throat
In all my classes I've been thinking
How to talk to her
Thinking no more about her
Could be better for my own
I think I'll be better
Looking her instead of talking
And I know well that she's
Not going to reject me
Why my life has to be this difficult?
Why my days have to taste like shit?
Why my personality is like this?
Why can't I have that girl?
That girl
That girl who makes me go to heaven
In my dreams when I dream
I'm kissing her
Why can't I have her
Not even as a friend?
Why my life has to be this difficult?
Why my days have to taste like shit?
Why my personality is like this?
Why can't I have that girl?