| I wanna show you that I care
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| But I don’t have the nerve
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| I wanna say I love you
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| But I can’t find the words
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| I wish that you could know how I
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| Really felt all of this time
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| But no matter what I do
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| You can’t see the signs
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| He was an average teen, he partied often and he sagged his jeans
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| Sat in the very back of the class so he could nap and dream
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| And fantasize about the girl he was obsessed with
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| The one who stole his heart and always kept it
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| Cause ever since the seventh grade
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| She was always standin' in his center stage
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| But every time he tried to talk to her, she would just step away
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| And though she never spoke to him, it didn’t matter
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| Cause Billy never liked the chit-chatter
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| So what if a little passive? |
| To him she was attractive
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| He could sense a massive personality perfectly by the way she acted
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| Plus she wrote poems for the paper every month
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| It was the lines on the page that had him fallin' in love
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| But he never told his friends, they would say that he was crazy
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| So no one ever found out that Billy liked Amy
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| He just gracefully endured, being blatantly ignored
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| But sooner or later, Billy wouldn’t take it anymore
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| I wanna show you that I care
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| But I don’t have the nerve
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| I wanna say I love you
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| But I can’t find the words
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| I wish that you could know how I
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| Really felt all of this time
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| But no matter what I do
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| You can’t see the signs
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| He was an average teen, he partied often and he sagged his jeans
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| Sat in the very back of the class so he could nap and dream
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| And fantasize about the girl he was obsessed with
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| The one who stole his heart and always kept it
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| So he’s takin' his chances, day after day of wasted advances
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| He was always lonely without a date for the dances
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| 'Till he decided that he would try to do something bold
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| He would make his feelings known by reciting her a poem
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| Like the poems she was publishing every month in the paper
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| He grabbed a pen and pad and then he labored
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| Sat and he crafted it, and then he practiced it, had to happen immaculate
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| But half of it just ended up scribbled and trash basketed
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| 'Till he finally mastered it, and recited it perfectly
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| Yo this was a life or death emergency
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| But you can’t be nervous, B, you could risk it all
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| So you need to stand tall, and approach her in the hall (deep breath)
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| «Yo what up tuts? |
| I’m at the entrance of your palace
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| And I think that I been starin' at aurora borealis
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| You shine so bright that you could light up the sky
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| And Columbus with a compass would get lost in your eyes»
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| But her reaction was absurd
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| All she did was stare back without sayin' a single word
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| And gave him a weird look
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| She tried sayin' something with her hands but she couldn’t
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| Cause she was carryin' books
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| But that was all that it took, Billy was too crushed
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| Had to run away so nobody would see the tears rush
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| And for the rest of the week, he locked himself in his apartment
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| Cause he didn’t have the strength to face the world so broken-hearted
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| After seven days of darkness, got a letter in the mail
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| But before he even looked at it, he let that ship sail
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| He was too concerned with all the sadness in his life
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| So instead of a letter opener he grabbed a kitchen knife
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| I wanna show you that I care
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| But I don’t have the nerve
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| I wanna say I love you
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| But I can’t find the words
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| I wish that you could know how I
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| Really felt all of this time
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| But no matter what I do
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| You can’t see the signs
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| She was far from your average teen
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| The quiet type who never had a scene
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| Studied often and wrote poems for the school magazine
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| She had a little secret and she always kept it
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| There was a boy that she was obsessed with
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| So when she wrote a poem for the school paper every month
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| Every line on the page was dedicated to her crush
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| But she never told her friends, they would say that it was silly
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| So no one ever found out that Amy liked Billy
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| 'Till the day that Billy stopped her by her locker during school
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| But she couldn’t understand him and responded like a fool
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| And gave him a weird look
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| She tried doin' sign language, but she couldn’t cause she was
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| Carryin' all her books
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| See, even though Amy was equally obsessed
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| She was too embarrassed to tell him that she was born deaf
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| Avoided him at school, but to make her love known
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| She would leave him little signs through the lines of her poems
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| So she sent one to his home, after seven days passed
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| Cause it seemed like Billy wasn’t showin' up to class
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| So she’s going home confused, trapped in the worst mood
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| Flippin' on the TV to a tragic story on the news
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| It was a picture of your average teen, all it said was this:
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| «LOCAL TEEN SUICIDAL WITH A KNIFE TO HIS WRIST»
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| At the scene where he died was a letter never read
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| From a girl named Amy and it said
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| I wanna show you that I care
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| But I don’t have the nerve
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| I wanna say I love you
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| But I can’t find the words
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| I wish that you could know how I
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| Really felt all of this time
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| But no matter what I do
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| You can’t see the signs
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| So if you have something to say to somebody, then do it now |