My Real Thing

He was always there
to make me laugh,
or to make me cry
he was always there

I fell for him and him for me
a summer fling he now calls it
but for me,
it was the real thing

I sit here wondering
why I wasn't good enough
for us to be more
than his stupid summer thing

I remember
the walks to the park
holding hands on the grass
while talking about nothing

our little stupid jokes
like about those crazy people
that we would
always see

But thats long gone
he has no more feelings
about the one
who loves him most

So I'll keep waiting
for his feelings to change again
love me baby,
once again