You sometimes hate me,
you sometimes like me,
I don't get it.

You enjoy talking with me,
you enjoy playing with me.

But when it comes for the time to talk about secrecy,
but when it comes to the time to talk about friendship,
you hate me.

You don't tell me,
but you do at that moment.

You stay quiet,
you stay mysterious,
waiting for ME to ask "What's wrong"
waiting for ME to be the bad one in the fight,
which confuses me round and round and round,
until I don't know what I'm arguing about.

I don't get it,
I am stuck,
and I want to know it!
I want to get it!
Can't you explain?

 
Why do you care if I am small?
Why do you care if I am slim?
Why do you care if I look cute?
Why do you care?


Why do you say that I am shy?
Why do you say that I am childish?
Why do you say that?

I may be small,
I may be slim,
I may look cute.

But you don't know my personality,
you just guess it from my phsicality.

I am shy,
a bit,
yes it's true.

And?
Why do you care?

 
I am a thick brick,
I give lots of imformation,
and I don't lie,
what am I?

Click here to find out.

 I am an object with an eye,
and I can remember anything I see pass by,
what am I?

Click here and you will find out!

Tomorrow,
I'm going,
I'm going,
for sure.

I'm going,
I'm going,
Though I might not see them a lot,
but I'm going.

What should I Pack,
It's hard,
but I'm going,
I'm going.

It's not going to ruin my easter break,
I won't even let it happen,
I'm going,
and I'm going there to have some fun.

I might not see them a lot,
I know,
but I'm going,
I'm going,
I will see them,
I will.

I won't ruin my vacation,
no it won't,
because I'm going,
there's no excuse,
because I'll be there.

I tell you,
I'm going there,
and I'm going to see them.