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Emo day
He loves me,
he loves me not.
He's what i want
he's what i've sought.
All my life,
I've waited for "the one"
I thought he could be it
but his love for me is gone.
His girlfriend and her poetry,
they bring back feelings i thought i left in a tree
they arouse anger and despair
she's definitely won the lottery.
She talks about how
he's her perfect boy
and I can't help but think
that she was just his toy
He only wanted her
cause he thought he couldn't have me
that perfect boy of hers
is only hers b/c the love i had, he couldn't see
I have nothing against the her,
I've never even met th girl
but I'm still angry that
she took the guy of another girl
I wonder how she'd feel
if she knew the real story
i would never tell her
cause then things would be anything but hunky dory
He is my best guy friend
and i would never wish him bad
but i still wish he could see
just how much love i had
I didn't think I loved him anymore
but I don't know
cause if I don't love him
why do i think of him so?
He's far away right now
but I still can't get him outta my head
does he have this effect on everyone?
does everygirl he knows write about him on her bed?
I'm waiting to talk to him
I'm waiting to see his face
I'm waiting for his smile
one smile is all it takes
I'm waiting for his concern
I'm waiting for his care
I'm waiting for the stares
may we be parted ne'er
