It’s funny the things you say
And you say you know me all so well
Yet you can not see my feelings
Not the ones I have for you
It’s strange that girl you like she’s like me
Hell we have the same name
I get so jealous the way you talk about her
Because I can picture that being me yet I know it never will be
Who knew she could get you before me
I wish I could hit reset and tell you in the years in the past
When you would brush my hair away from my face
Your warm hand holding mine
Your muscular arm around my weak frail crying body
I miss your touch and now all I get is your piercing hazel eyes as a glance you never seem to make eye contact to long
I wish I could have every piece of u for myself

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