I can remember that day, when I noticed you for the first time.
I can picture you sitting there at your desk, with your leather jacket and your long brown hair that was tied back.
Why haven't I noticed this before?
It all started because of a mistake, a mistake that was brought upon yourself.
Because of you, I think about you every moment of the day.
Even though I am the mistake, we've grown so close.
I can't even picture a dull moment without you near my side.
what have you done to me?
You are no where near the kind of guy I even fall for, but she did.
I know in my heart where I stand right now, but honestly tell me what am I to do?
I love my boyfriend to death, but when I am there sitting a lone I think about you.
This is not normal.
I call you my best friend.
But is this really what we are?
I can't stop the questions that go running through my head.
It kills me inside.
I would never do anything to hurt my boyfriend, but it is you that keeps me wandering.
You tell me how much you want me.
As much as I want to hold you.
I can't.
Because of that one night, I am your mistake.
