It started on a white day, before seventh block.

You grabbed a seat next to me, to start table talk.

 

I thought you were quite bold and different, indeed.

Who knew that such a guy could carry so much mischief. 

 

Twenty-five minutes were soon over, before we knew.

Lunch was over, and I walked side-by-side next to you.

 

My friends thought I was crazy to fall for your sweet talk.

I said, “He’s different… He got my heart unlocked.”

 

Eighty-four days went by, you told me you had to leave.

You were moving; I said, “At least wait until New Year’s Eve.”

 

You said that you’ll try to stall, that you’ll ask for more time.

But your mother told you that I wasn't your partner in crime.

 

There wasn't much we could do. We were only teens anyway.

Six months already went by, now it’s just another school day.