I like how you overlook me like I’m a dwarf,
I like how you act as if we didn’t have a past.
I like your sly remarks
And how you’re ready to say you’re sorry rather fast.
I really like how you've dislodged me from your head
And how you ignore all the words we've said.
But you know,
I can bet you a thousand kisses,
That you wish I was dead
And a thousand more that you want me in your bed.
Oh how I wish that this could end
Oh how I wished that we were friends,
Oh how I wish that we could forget-
Forget it all and have no regrets.
But I’ve learnt that wishes-
they don’t always come true.