No. I will not let sadness creep in.
No. You cannot control my thoughts. But do you know what goes on inside? I think not.
Or if you do, then you must be cruel. Because I worshiped you.
I cared about you more then anyone, and how do you repay me?
By filling HER heart with joy, and THEIR hearts with friendship, but not mine, no.
Not me, with my fuzzy jacket and messy hair. My glasses, braces and no make up on.
You laugh and be cool but I know you changed. You used to laugh with me and not against me, but now I know.
The girls with make up plastered on their faces, and the boys with their styled hair and backwards caps are yours. But never can be mine. So I am never to be yours, and you will never touch my heart which is to people whom I love, divine.