I never told you the story of me
We used to pass notes on a special desk,
Same room, different class. I wanted to text
At first, but then he changed something, glee.

I scarcely saw but now with more notice
In class, each note, old. I started to fall
More and more each time and try to recall.
When did it start? When did I gain focus?

I have started to want to let you be
But I can't because I want you to call
Remember you just as you were, now bald.
I know time with you is short and fleeting
will be with me in my heart forever
Gave me back my soul now I deliver.