that boy with a blue bag
brown eyes, pink lips, and hair is black
his hands i want to hold, his lips i want to kiss
i want to be with him but he already has a miss.
our friends teased us when we crossed by
you smiled at me while i ran away all shy
numerous eye contacts we made
but then you dropped me for a beautiful maid.
i make up situations and dreams in my mind
maybe it's infatuation and i'm blind?
you're just a stranger (but you seem so familiar)
so was she but now you guys are together.
i thought of you as a rose but thorn is what you are
everything in you was wrong but all the wrongs made a right (a right, that was you)
my opinions don't matter 'cause at the end you chose her rather.
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