It hurts to see you with her,
holding hands in the hall.
Watching you beside her,
not missing a single move.
Holding her books,
checkin your looks.
To make sure everything is perfect.
You'd walk her to class,
And tell her you'd see her at lunch.
That used to be me beside you,
holding hands in the hall,
standing against the wall with your arms around me.
You watching me so closely,
not missing any of my moves.
You would hold my books,
check ur looks.
No need to worry,
everything was perfect.
Everything was great,
nothing wrong.
But now its all her.
Everything isn't perfect,
to me.
God BlEsS tHe UsA!
Lotz of luv,
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