Now simple things make you cry
When people ask if you are OK you lie
Twisted and mangled you walk
You and her have very little small talk
Head High,and heart low, you get by
but you still can't help but wonder why?
She wants to be friends and you want more
But she is scared and unsure
sad, lonely, and full of hate
You think of what destroyed your fate
To you she is your everything
In your eyes she is perfect with out a doubt
She says just wait it will work out
but you say good bye one last time
Hoping and wishing you could call that girl "mine"
but this is just unseen
broken hearted at 15
