Sorry

They look at me and see,
a pretty girl waiting to be.
A model at hand
and writer at heart,
but my love is taring apart.
I can't find the one,
I'm suppose to love and cherish,
but like the others,
they'll turn and perish.
I'm not the depressed little girl anymore,
neither am i the s l u t nor the w h o r e.
I'm the partier on the weekend,
to all a friend.
I can't sit and wait for you to come around.
I can't sit and always frown.
I have to give up,
on loneliness and you,
but I found someone new.
he's in my life and you're now in the past.
but my feelings for you,
sure did last.
I used to love you and still do.
but you just made me way too blue.