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It was then that I started wearing eyeliner.

It was the summer after the play,

And I said "What the hey,"

And it's stayed on ever since.



You were talking about me behind my back--

Complimenting me-- and flirting with the thought of love.

You wore bright shirts to the dances, and high hopes.

But not for me. You never looked for me.



I stood in front of the fan,

Watching some of the guys playing cards.

I could see you--enjoying yourself--outside.

The girls were practically lined up in waiting.



Now I see you again.

and it's all unfinished business.

and the words left unsaid leave us running for cover--awed by their bitterness.

You never acted on.. I never let on--



One day these eyes will catch you by surprise again,

Won't they?