There is enough fear to show my truth in front of the world, To solve trouble from confusion, To look at the girl more than the boys playing in the playground at school,
And to feel the changing winds after meeting her.
Even after being the topper of the class, she sits in front of me in every class,
she also feels something for me, gives me this misunderstanding every day.
she talks less with friends but more than open books,
When I say things about going out somewhere, then without hesitation she holds my hands.
Does she also find excuses to spend time with me?
