hair ties
sweating up
she really doesn't like you
you won't give up
he brings her fruit
mangos
pineapples
and strawberries too
I sit behind
corner of his eye
wondering why
I don't fit inside his sight
can I ask for grapes
bring me cherries on wednesday
he only looks at her
He doesn't realize
I love fruit
she's older
he's crazy
the good kind
the kind I fall for
I follow his steps
I can't stand beside him
hate to be the girl
he doesn't look for
I wish he never spoke