Number One
Ask me
Just ask me how my day was
Or maybe how I’ve been;
because I certainly cannot leave you
Or get you out of my head
You were certainly my first, and hopefully maybe my last
Nowadays people say things, and I hate being asked.
So send me a message
Or send me a hint
Because sitting here and waiting
Is certainly making me sick
Please don’t make me wait forever
I can’t do it for much too long
Because when I see you twogether
I hate the feeling someway I was wrong












