There was a boy who lived far. 
I knew him more than I should've. 
But he doesn't let it show. 
His world, so bizarre. 

Confused teens. 
Living under the stars. 
I conceal everything. 
Awhile he does it with those internal scars. 

If you thought he was simple, 
You're wrong. 
He's a little star that dwindles. 
And I think I know where I belong. 

I think. 
I don't know. 
I need to weigh my options. 
And my cheeks still flush in pink. 

Until the end of the year. 
I might be scared. 
The choices were something I fear. 
I want to know if he still cared.