I used to smile at the thought of our occasional talks
How for a minute or two, I felt as though I mattered
As though I was also special or maybe I was just as important.
How, i got to know what made you you
And maybe shared a bit of me.
But I...saw you and her laughing like we never had,
Gazing into each others eyes and, looking so ******* immature,
And...I went home.
In bold, black letters i wrote on my wall...
I HATE THAT *****!
our talks are no longer the same
cos all you want to talk about is her
and... I can't tell you that the ***** you're with
is probably ******* another dude's **** as you,
sit here and try to convince me to believe that she is amazing.
But no, I am jealous and I don't want to be trapped into liking her,
So I, create a monster, a kind, beautiful monster
who is perfectly perfect for your loving heart and...
who wants to be in your chest
who sees you and only you
therefore, I ******* hate that *****
but ****, she is perfect for your caring soul