the break upp
they broke up tonight;
and its terrible,
but im happy.
they broke up tonight;
and even though ill never have a chance with him,
i'm happy.
because somehow, him not having a girlfriend
just kindof sparks a LITTLE bit of hope.
somewhere, deep inside my heart,
i always think
"this is your turn. your time. you get what you almost got
two years ago"
and i smile, but your heartbroken,
so you can only smile weakly back.
and i talk to the person next to you, but not you.
oh no, not you.
why? i don't know. you're not talkative.
and that's why i find you incredibly incticing.
intriguing. you make me want to read minds,
so i can get in there. and no what you're thinking.
because i need a clue.
i need to be helped out.
i have no idea what you're going to do next,
or what you're thinking,
mostly of me.
because inside me, my mind is racing,
with "iloveyou's" and "noticemeplease's"
but you just look into the distance;
you don't notice me.
you never will.