My DAY/ alWAYS/ starts IN/ the P/E GYM.
My SKILLS/ with SPORTS/ are ON/ly GET/ting WORSE.
For EV/ery DAY/ my EYES/ onLY/ see HIM.
My CRUSH/ on HIM/ can REAL/ly BE/ a CURSE.
My SIS/ter COA/ches ME/ in BAS/ket BALL,
So WHEN/ I'm THERE/ he WON'T/ think THAT/ I'm DUMB.
But I/ soon FIND/ hard WORK/ won't HELP/ at ALL,
‘Cause NOW/ it's KICK/ball TO/ which I'LL/ sucCUMB.
I SIT/ and WATCH/ him PLAY, /I'm FEEL/ing SAD.
And THEN/ some THING/ hapPENS/my SPI/rits RISE
It TURNS/out THAT/ his SKILLS/ are AL/ so... BAD?
InSIDE/ my CHEST/ my HEART/ jumps UP/ and FLIES!
My HEAD/ no LONG/er WORR/ies I'VE/ no TETHER
‘Cause NOW/ we CAN/be TERR/iBLE/ toGETHER.
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