I thought she,
understood me,
so wrong,
waited so long,
for her unknown answer,
how i wanted her,
to just tell me,
what she sees,
does she know me?
i want to know i want to be,
what she thinks of,
when she thinks of love,
but thats over now,
its stupid how,
i keep getting worked up for nothing,
nothings never something,
even though in my mind,
they're never kind,
even though everytime,
i want to hold her close call her mine,
but that rarely happens to me,
why can't they see,
that I can really be a good guy?

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