God gave me what I wanted. I wanted him to acknowledge my existence. He did. For a few days. Now, nada. We haven't got a chance to bump into each other. I always see him, from afar and that's no fun. I see him as my guilty pleasure. Won't hurt anyone.
And it's weird how you're always on my mind. You're not That great, but I long for your attention. But I know that's an impossible case. I know I'm just like a spec of dust to you. I don't matter. You don't miss me. But I do. And that makes me pathetic cause I know I deserve better. I don't know what is it about you that I admire so much. Prove me wrong and start talking to me again. But nope.'i don't think so. Who am I compared to a lot of other girls out there. Pretty much nothing. My existence brings you no impact.
I'll see everyone that I miss in my dreams. Goodnight.
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