He is not the one that will be there for me
Yet I keep going back there anyways.
I yearn for the kiss that means nothing to him
I could be any other girl to him,
Nothing special.
He sees right through my eyes
Not looking into them.
I look for him in the crowd
Where ever I happen to be,
I want him to be there
Even though it would hurt me in the end.
I want his touch and his kiss
Everyone around me keeps telling me no.
I know he really doesn’t think anything of me
Yet I can’t resist going back into his arms.
I am being too easy,
Taking the chance.