❝I think that you can cry as much as you want, but it won't change a thing. As far as I can tell, you're no better than I am and he was meant for me.
So, you can write your depressing poems and recite Shakespeare like he's Romeo, but I am Juliet.
I'm Juliet.
It's nothing personal, no. You actually see quite nice. However, I've already got friends.
And, it's perfectly fine if you want to dream about what it would be like to have him hold you close. Just remember that while you're wasting time fantasizing, he's holding me. He's kissing me.
He's in love with me.
Yes, you can sing love songs and wear pretty clothes to try and get his attention. Still, boys like him are golden retrievers. Yeah, he can get distracted, but he's loyal. And he's mine.
Cry about it. ❞
—I guess that makes me the "Somebody Else"
