I always get mad when you talk about her,
it makes me jealous that i'm not her,
i always cry the way your face shines when you talk about her name and not mine.
you knew i liked you once before, i don't know if you still do now,
and to you it was just a little crush.
i still like you and even close to loving you. when i get mad at you, you seem to care, but when we play, you don't care.
every time we touch i can't help but feel over whelmed, but to know you don't feel the same way when we do, makes me want to cry even more. one day you will see that i cared the most and then, everything i do won't depend on you...
