They say that I am lucky, but I'm not sure that's true
They say that I have found the one when they refer to you
I almost laugh at the thought of finding Mr. Right
If only they knew you, and how you love to fight
I guess that's what makes you "special", unique in your own way
I need to remind myself that almost every day.
Why would I pick someone that constantly was fake
I know you and I'm not sure how much more that I can take
I guess that they'll find out eventually who you really are
By then you'll be a memory, just another scar.
I'll add it to the collection, another off my list...
Now it's time to find my love...yet another great first kiss.
Again this makes me laugh, because I know that it won't last
He too will be another memory to add to my troubled past.
I don't think there really is a perfect mr. Right
For afterall, don't we know, guys only like to fight.

- Jamie