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by Jeanne Jan 16, 2010 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
When she looks at me She See's right through. She wishes of someone else, With muscles and dreamy locks. Someone to sweep her off her feet. When she looks at me, I see broken promises. I know she feels in love, But in love with who? Or what? When she looks at me, I see an idea. What I should have been. Bringing myself down, Always for her. When she looks at me, I swore I believed her, At first... I wish I still could, But the truth just hurts. When she looks at me, Well I wish she would stop.