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You said you're good at flirting,
and you're good at chatting girls up.
But you don't want to be with anyone,
because you always screw things up.

You'd think you'd be feeling lucky,
because we're all over you.
All these guys walk past,
and look like they envy you.

I've heard you think I'm cute,
you said so yourself.
And I thought I couldn't handle,
you liking someone else.

And then I hear you do like someone,
someone that I know.
But then you said that if it would ever hurt me,
then you would have to say no.

Well obviously that didn't last long,
it didn't last at all.
No one thought about how I felt,
not anyone at all.

I was told you used to like me,
what ever happened to that?
Why didn't you just say so?
You know I would’ve liked you back.

When I saw you kiss her,
I thought I was going to cry.
The thought of seeing that happen again,
I think I'd rather die.

A month or two has past,
and things aren't looking quite right.
Seeing that look on your face,
it is a really sad sight.

Why is she mistreating you?
Why is she doing all this?
I hope she's not the reason,
why you’ve been cutting your wrists.

Finally she decides,
she thinks you've had enough.
She hates the way she's hurting you,
so now the time is up.

When I saw you walk away,
I couldn't help but stare.
The thought of seeing you hurt like that,
I really don't think it's fair.

Now you seem really distant,
it's in you're face I can see.
If there's anything you want to talk about,
you can always talk to me.

Someone said you're over it,
but I think you still like her.
You're not as happy as you used to be,
before you were going out with her.

Why are you avoiding me?
Have I done something to upset you?
Please can you just talk to me,
you don't know how much I miss you.

I miss the way you held my hand,
and the way you used to talk to me.
I miss the way you made me laugh,
and the way you used to hug me.

Now it's all over and we don't see you much,
but if it was up to me we would.
I'm torturing myself so I have to get over you,
as much as I don't think I could.

The thing that I will never forget,
is you liked me more than her.
you told someone and they told me,
so why did you go out with her?

I feel like I’ve missed out,
missed out on being with you.
Although I have to get over you now,
there is a part of me that will always love you.