You tell me I'm sad...
You tell me I'm mad..
You also tell me he treats me bad...
Well i guess you're happy now...
Me and him are over...
You must've found that four leaf clover...
Why would you wish this...
If you thought all those things then...
What do you think now...
Him i miss...
a great lot...
he treated me fine...
he was mine...
now i sit and cry...
cry myself to sleep...
i feel like i want to die...
but i shall not make a peep...
no one knows how i feel....
my great appeal...
So now you tell me...
How much better everything'll be...
I'll be happy...
i won't feel that way...
well you'll find out differently today...
You tell me how i feel...
When actually it's how you want me to feel...
So now this poem i seal...
With how i truly feel...
i was happy then...
sad now..
You should've been able to tell...
