I still cry about the way you're gone.
Even now, my tears are soaking the
keyboard I'm typing on.
And it hurts so deeply,
When I think of where you are.
Because I know you're with her,
In your father's car.
And everybody says she's better for you,
But I know that's not true.
Because I know what she does after school,
What she does with the guys who are "cool".
You can shake your head and not believe me,
But words can barely describe what I see.
When I see her climb the vines to my neighbor's window,
And secretly, achingly, sorely I know.
Even though you left me for that girl with lying eyes,
I still want to tell you what she does with those guys.
When I spy her slipping away at dawn from my neighbor's window,
I know exactly where she's about to go.
Probably to another boy's house,
Eager to unbutton her blouse.
And I know you don't want to hear
These words I am trying to say,
But I don't want you to get hurt,
Like the way you hurt me everyday.
