This One

I may young, but feel hardly a fool

When a sword is brandished in my presence

I know exactly what to do

When false ideals and preconceived notions

Of asininity attempt to beguile, I veer away

But when a particular girl stirs my heart

My mind often trails behind, young puppy

Just learning how to walk

It’s not every girl that makes me into someone else

Just this one, this one who I can’t seem to reach

I talk louder, think faster, stand taller

And always find a way not to say goodbye

I guess I’m confident that I’ll see her again

Or desperate not to know what would happen

If I didn’t

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