What Happens Next

You know I dig him
But you still flirt
I've been bottling up my anger
And it's starting to hurt

You knew you had
A better chance
To take my "could be boyfriend"
To the dance

You'll probably kiss him
And afterwards
Like a skank
You'll take off your shirt

And you know
What happens next

You get the guy
I get to cry
How come I can't be pretty

Like those other girls?
What's wrong with the world?
I'm left wallowong in self pity

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Another one that was supposed to be a song, but didn't work out.