She liked him...she really liked him
and she just couldn't help it
but every day she'd come home
wiping away the tears rolling down her cheeks
because she knew she'd never be good enough
And for some odd reason
every day he watched him love someone else
and that never stopped her from loving him
should she give up? should she tell him?
but fear of rejection stops her...
He was what made her life worth living
he was why she eagerly went to school each morning
hoping maybe something had changed
but she couldn't tell him,
not while he loved somebody else.
If only he had know.
She could have been that someone else.
