Waiting for his call.
To tell me how beautiful I am.
To tell me how crazy I am.
To tell me that I am not like the others.
To tell me that every time when I talk about something I am passionate about, my eyes start to shine.
To tell me how he loves it when I laugh.
To tell me that he likes me.
To tell me all those things every girl loves to hear.
But in real he doesn’t mean it.
In real he just wants to break my heart.
In real I’m just another girl he wants to get in his bed.
Just another stupid girl who’s heart just sees the good in those people.
                      Who can’t accept it that he is like this.                    
Who thinks she can change him.
But in the end she will end up with a broken heart.
She will end up believing she is ugly.
She will end up not believing in LOVE.