I am a tennis freak who didn't know what American Idol was until 8th grade
I wonder how stupid I was when I spilt Pocari-Sweat over my bag
I hear tennis racket faces hitting the ball making great noises
I see myself rushing home, plopping on the bed getting ready to sleep
I want... actually, I need sleeping time right now
I am a tennis freak who didn't know what American Idol was until 8th grade
I pretend to study at home when I'm actually chatting with my friends
I feel cold and hot at the same time.
I touch my pencil grip which looks like gum
I worry about all my test grades before it comes back since I always think I failed it
I cry when I read books or when I watch movies and TV
I am a tennis freak who didn't know what American Idol was until 8th grade
I understand that I can't be friends with Johnny's
I say that I don't believe in fate and Gods
I dream to go to Far East Tournaments for tennis
I tried to fly when I was little
I hope I can have what I want right now, but I can't say what it is
I am a tennis freak who didn't know what American Idol was until 8th grade
