2nd place

by Devon lansdown   Oct 3, 2007


You take my heart so willingly
you mix my thoughts about
messing with my head at night
without a second doubt
the little things you do and say
make me feel i have a chance
drop my like an old toy
no more than a glance
I'm used to losing prizes
especially to my friends
Ive come to know that when they join
for me it is the end
why would you chose the fat one ?.
when the skinny one is on sale
i really cannot hate you
after all your only male
i blame myself for thinking
i could ever make you mine
IL just sit here in the background
until its my time to shine

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