He walks through the bus doors,
As the rosy red cheeks start to form.
He sits right next to me,
I pretend like I don't see.
He looks my way,
I don't know what to say.
Time moves so quick,
It makes me so sick.
The time has come- the doors open,
My heart becomes broken.
You walk away with stride,
As I try to put you aside.
The dreadful bell rings,
And you walk away like a bird without wings.
