Anti Social Girl
Sitting on the stairwell,
You were eating lunch.
Blocking all the people.
Just your way of fun.
When the class is quiet,
She drops her books upon the floor.
When there's people coming,
She never holds the door.
Sweet antisocial,
Look up at me.
Sweet, sweet antisocial.
She never smiles.
Going to her locker,
The one she painted black and blue.
Put inside a card I made,
Tell her, "I love you..."
Been a week, and nothing's said.
She walks by, I drop my head.
I wonder if she read...?
But then she smiled.
Chica Antisocial
Sentada en la escalera,
Estabas almorzando.
Bloqueando a toda la gente,
Solo tu forma de divertirte.
Cuando la clase está en silencio,
Deja caer sus libros al suelo.
Cuando la gente viene,
Nunca sostiene la puerta.
Dulce antisocial,
Mírame.
Dulce, dulce antisocial.
Nunca sonríe.
Yendo a su casillero,
El que pintó de negro y azul.
Pongo dentro una tarjeta que hice,
Le digo, "Te quiero..."
Ha pasado una semana y no se ha dicho nada.
Ella pasa a mi lado, bajo la cabeza.
Me pregunto si leyó...?
Pero luego sonrió.