I don't know why I try.
I always want what isn't there to be mine.
Always.
I always fall for the ones with a dark past,
brooding eyes,
a mysterious smile,
a quiet confidence.
I always become just a friend.

Why do I do this to myself?
I set myself up to fail.
Maybe I should settle for the boys with no brains,
no culture,
no class.
Maybe I should set aside my values,
my beliefs,
myself.

Maybe I should just stop waiting on you,
compairing other guys to you,
seeing only you.

Maybe I should just let things happen,
hopefully they will,
eventually.