Wait for me to go home

You are so cool and I'm so small. I just wonder if one day, for just one second, you could only imagine that someone like me exists. 

Someone who is whispering in your locker, keeping a few words, waiting for you to open it and listen to them. 

Someone who is constantly under the pressure of other eyes that look for mine, mine that are looking for yours.

You just walk down the crowded corridors, I stare at you and everybody knows it. Everyone but you, 

You are so small and I'm so cool. 

But that's what other people may think about you and I. 

Same message under your table, inside your books, hidden in your bag... you are so cool and I'm so... I'm so... small without you.