You know everything that I’m afraid of
You do everything i wish i did
Everybody wants you, everybody loves you

I know i should tell you how i fell
I wish everyone would disappear
Every time time you call me, I’m too scared to be me
And I’m too shy to say

Ooh, I got a crush on you
I hope you feel the way that i do
I get a rush
When I’m with you
Ooh, I’ve got a crush on you
A crush on you

You know, I’m the one that you can talk to
And sometimes you tell me thing that i don’t want to know
I just want to hold you
And you say exactly how you feel about her
And I wonder, could you ever think of me that way

Ooh, I got a crush on you
I hope you feel the way that i do
I get a rush
When I’m with you
Ooh, I’ve got a crush on you
A crush on you

Ooh, I wish i could tell somebody
But there’s no one to talk to, nobody knows
I’ve got a crush on you
A crush on you, I got a crush

You say everything that no one says
But i feel everything that you’re afraid to feel
I will always want you, I will always love you
I’ve got a crush…

There once was a little boy who had a bad temper. His Father gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper, he must hammer a nail into the back of the fence. The first day the boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. Over the next few weeks, as he learned to control his anger, the number of nails hammered daily gradually dwindled down. He discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence. Finally the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He told his father about it and the father suggested that the boy now pull out one nail for each day that he was able to hold his temper. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. He said, "You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won’t matter how many times you say I’m sorry, the wound is still there. " A verbal wound is as bad as a physical one. Friends are very rare jewels, indeed. They make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share words of praise and they always want to open their hearts to us."