*There's just something about your eyes that tells me I'm not the one.
I love you but I understand if there's another special someone.
I wonder if we were ever meant to be, or if the fairy tale life wasn't for me.
I sobbed into a pillow and think what have I done?
Then I remembered . . . I wasn't the one.
I look into my future and see myself alone, waiting for someone to come take me home. I run to my closet and throw are pictures down, they shatter into a million peaces with out making a sound. I toss and turn in my sleep, cant sleep with your lies lying in a heap. I run to the mirror to see my teary eyes and speak slowly saying..I hate all guys.*
