Beautiful doesn't sound good enough in describing her
I try my hardest to get noticed
Yet I am always cast aside
Treated not like I am second or third or fourth
But rather like I am last
I know I should let her go
But I can't...
And that is what hurts me the most
For I feel the second I move on
She will finally realize where I was at
And maybe
Just maybe
She will want me too
I know that day will never come
But I can't help but hold on