Not Cool.

We're getting close,
To the four month ine.
When you decide,
The perfect time.

To say it's done,
We should be friends.
Either way,
It's the end.

Sorry or not,
I'm still hurt.
And over myspace,
What a jerk!

Thought you were smart,
Thought you were sweet.
I was dead wrong,
And now I'm beat.

It's not cool,
Never again.
My trust broke,
It couldn't bend.

So go and get Gabby,
And I hope you'll see.
Inside of her eyes,
It'll be me.