He may possibly think of me as an item,
or maybe as a goddess.
I pretend as if I don't like him,
oh but how I wish he would percieve me as modest.
I convince myself that I am
although I'm sure I come off pretty mean
because his presence is so very "BAM!"
and I'm just speechless at the scene.
We used to be good friends,
in my mind I would say "best"
but then he had no problem moving on
and he clumped me with the rest.
I could've sworn I was special
or that maybe we were in love
but then he starts to date her on my birthday
and he's the opposite of what I dream of.
I just want some answers,
that's all I need is closure.
Has he hated me for four years
or was he just drunk when he chose her?