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Sitting in my car, smoking a menthol cigarette.

Watching people make mistakes without a single regret.

Until from the corner of my eye, I just happened to spy

A beautiful woman, walking by.



Her short hair in front of her face

She walks with such a familiar grace..

Dressed fully in black, without a care.

I just wish I could be there

With her.



I see her, but she cant see me.

She doesn’t know that I see her clearly.

Looking at her face so secretly.

Wishing her heart could belong to me.



Pretty girl, I wish you could read this.

I wish you could be here and help me defeat this.

There was a girl, my lover, who I once knew.

And I see her when I look at you.



I know you could never love me

Its not even you that I WANT to see.

I cant seem to see you for who you are.

You’re just a body, a walking image of Her.



But god, Pretty Lady. I looked in your eyes

And past the part of Her that I despise,

I see YOUR beauty, YOUR personality.

Not the life She selfishly took from me.



And Pretty Lady, I wish I could meet you again.

And kiss you, feel your perfect skin.

I will always remember the thought of you.

And had you looked to the side, You’d remember me too.

Because my eyes were stuck to you like glue.

And for the minute you were there, my love grew.

God, all I need is you.

(God all I need is you)