Sunday morning

I just want to tell you.
It's hard but I am trying.
A cold feeling comes up my spine.
I loose my breath when I'm close to you.

It's such a lovely morning.
I never saw this coming.
I just wish that I could see you.
But for now, I'm waiting till Sunday morning.

It turned out to be fine.
Watch Simpsons, have a good time.
Early morning, wake up, call me, perfect time, it's all I wanted.
Shut me up with a kiss, I can't argue with you.

It might sound lame but I'm in love with you.
Someone besides my mom thinks that I'm pretty.