I have found myself not thinking of you. I have found myself not looking around the halls of school. I have found myself very much over you.
I talked to him one day, and i realized that i like him more than i could have ever liked you.
He makes me laugh but so did you, he is smart, nice, but he can be mean too; not mean to me but mean to you.
He calls me on the phone, you never did like talking to me did you? Endless conversation is what goes on when we talk, endless quietness is what was us.
He doesn't want to get me into his bed, he's better than that, he likes me for me, i guess really what happened between us wasn't like that, it just wasn't meant to be.
Every day that we are apart i think about him and i smile but when u and i were apart i would cry and hold myself tight thinking...something just doesn't feel right.
I hope she teaches you the way of love, by treating you like mud, burying you in sorrow so deep you wont want to be alive, you wont want to be in love.
When she leaves you i hope you want her to the point of death, because i promise you i wont have any regrets.
