you’ve changed a lot,
you talk a lot more,
you dress like the trends,
you grew your hair out,
and you talk to a lot of boys,

but i think still your pretty,
i still feel like you love me
i still feel like you think im pretty
i still feel like you look at me,
i look at you,
i look at your blue eyes and remember when i called them beautiful,
you told me that that’s the only thing people notice,
but i still daydreamed over the them,
i look into your blue eyes and i still see the same girl that wanted to kiss me on the bus,

i still love you
you would...