She's pretty.
I bet she's really nice, too.
Someone you can count on,
someone to help you through.
I've never met her,
and I don't really want to.
I don't want to get to know her.
What do you want me to do?
Fight for what I never had?
Fight for you?
I'm better off watching,
although I don't enjoy the view.
Not at all.
I wanted to love you.
I was ready to fall.
I was ready to give my all to you.
Now here I sit,
pining for something new,
other than this thought,
She's pretty.
Cassie Mae Writings 2010