• A repetition of this event.
    "I start to like a girl towards the end of the school year,
    She finally notices me and greets me with a smile,
    She captures my heart and locks it in her cage,
    But before I speak, she's gone.
    My heart comes back..
    I toil the long summer days thinking of her,
    But over time the feeling fades.
    She'll find someone better,
    Maybe? yes smile
    I'm no lion, but I can be a brave kitty.
    And one day I'll be a lion, and a lioness will stand by my side
    She'll be here one second, and still here the next"