I keep hoping Maybe you'll come to your senses Realize where you messed up Apologize for your choices I keep thinking I think too much About everything you say Every stupid touch Searching for excuses Looking for words to cover my hope And the fact that I gave up long ago Or the lie that knows I didn't I get angry When I see you get depressed over something that would've never caused you stress If you had only considered another choice I keep checking To see if there's a poem that might mean You're possibly thinking about me An idea I know to be insane Because you had a chance to be with me And like everyone else You threw it away
It ***** when you know you should be someone's first choice.. But a part of you just wants to be considered a choice at all. Oh well. Let me continue being awesome