There once was this girl...oh god...what was her name again?
She had this smile you see,
That made me so weak.
I think she loved me...
Oh how could this be?
She had these eyes you see,
That I fell into everytime I looked.
I think hated me...
What did I do?
There was another girl,
Prettier than her.
She had a boyfriend,
But that didn't stop me.
I had to tell that other girl,
Oh god what could her name be?
Well, the girl with the boyfriend,
Forgot me...but I had...what's her face...
She made me feel so accepted,
When we spoke I knew someone understood me.
Where did she go?
Has she forgotten me?
Speak to me one last time,
Please so your name will come back to me.
Your face disappears from my memory,
And then I realized...
How much you really loved me...
ik its about a girl.. but
ik its about a girl.. but this is what i wish my ex would think about me. like not the forgetting me part (though i know he already has) but the wishing id take him back. idk im pretty sure i read it wrong but yea.. i like it tho.
It is the position that you
It is the position that you think you have already moved on, and then you look back and realize what you have done to someone, breaking hearts in the end breaks your own.