Everyone likes him
no one likes me
hes at the top of high school
& I'm on the bottom
hes dating another girl i wish i was her
he belongs with me i know its true
its almost like that song that irritates me so
the one called you belong with me
but shes not a cheerleader
& I'm not his friend
no to him I'm not alive
so silently i worship him from afar
maybe one day i wont be like a ghost
slipping through halls unnoticed
maybe one day it'll turn into that song
& ill turn around & your hand will be stretched out
a light smile on your face
i cant help but dream
that you will put your hands on my hips
& gently kiss my lips
a sigh escapes my mouth
as these thoughts i entertain
then the bell rings
& English class i leave
my dreams snap back
this reality i hate
your hand warm in hers
while mine is growing cold...
