my eyes are watering
but maybe its just the smoke
i dont like her
but its cuz i dont trust her
maybe for once i am not talking about you
but you never know
youll want him forever
but you protect the ones that want you most
for once this isnt about you
i dont want him hurt
but maybe its only because i want him to worship me
im nto stupid i know
i know im the first choice
but you arnt stupid either
you know i wont have you
but why shoudl i want you to want any one else
i dont know her
but i see her as fake
but maybe i only see me as real
this isnt about you
but it isnt about him either
maybe im broken
little girls are nto born to obsess
to absess
to recess
this isnt about her
it shouldnt be about me
its about waiting
and the games we play in between
about booty calls gone morbidly wrong
about romeo and juiliettes formed on a fling
about little girls with fragile hearts
who want nothign more than every thign
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