I can't find the words
I can't even say hi
If it hurts, I ask myself why
How can I love you agan
When you think Im afraid
I'm making my own dream delayed
When I see you, Ichoke on my words
When you're not around i know what to say
Why is every day this way
But will find the courage
With my hope in hand
And now I will not be known as bland
I'm gonna talk
I'll manage
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5th hour, Mr.mchugh's class
substitute teacher
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