Need a very long time for me to admit it. And now i realize you don’t even care ‘bout that.
You never ask why—when i make that fake stupid smile everytime you meet your friend from your world and chat ‘bout things i don’t know at all.
You never ask what makes me so gloomy after accompany you at ‘your meeting’—with girls, sure.
You never look me in the eyes like you do at every other girl—and boys.
You ask me to go buy ice cream together—and when i thought there was just two of us, you ask another girls. You just promised that ice-cream-treat to me.
You know my feeling. Yet you still make fun of me ‘bout go-dating-that-guy or you-like-him-just-admit-it. I want to yell that i do like you so bad in front of public.
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I feel like you want me out from your world. Don’t you?
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Yeah, i’m nobody for you. So what’d you care?
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Now i’m the selfish one. Shit.
