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by Lauren Apr 4, 2007 category : Love, romance / desired love
I sit up in my room, Often thinking about you. I wonder about, If you even think of me too. I see the way you look at other girls, I wish you would look at me. This hurts so bad, Why can't you see? That none of them compare to me, I sound stuck up I know, but what I say is true. One of these days you'll realize, That I'm the girl for you.