**NOTE- I made this when I was in fifth grade and found it when I was cleaning my room. Decided to put it here. -Enjoy!**
I never planned on loving you,
But fate did what it wanted to.
Now everytime I see girls with you,
It makes me want to cry,
I want them to die.
I always want to ask you;
Why her? Why not me?
Your voice soars
through me like a chime
Running through my lungs, my heart.
And you can't see; I'm falling apart.
This story could go on for miles.
About how you always make me smile
And how you'll be walking,
down the aisle,
Walking right pass me,
Without a glance,
With some trashy girl in your hands.
You know the truth, and so do I.
She doesn't understand you. But I do.
I do.
You say your vows, and she says her's.
This would be so much better,
if I was her.
You know it too.
That she will never to understand you.
Tears sting my eyes,
as the husband kisses the bride.
I understood how you felt.
I knew why you were like this.
So why? Why her? Not me?
Was this the way things were meant to be?
Has fate made it's final decision?
To let her look at me, and greet me with derision?
My life was the mess, you cleaned up.
My sad sappy story has came to an end.
But don't be surprised if you find your slutty wife in her death bed :)
Smile
