You Love me, But You Like Her.
Everyday I knew you liked her.
All night long I would dread you getting with her.
At times I would sit and cry, knowing what’s gonna happen next.
But that night when you said it was best, just broke my heart.
When will you realize im the girl who you really love.
Why do you always tear me apart? When in the end you always come back to me.
The time you told me you wanted to be with me again and forever did you mean it?
When you said we didn’t tell each other everything, was a lie. I tell you everything.
But you tell me nothing. That night I cut were you their for me? But weren’t you the reason I did cut.
Every scar I have, has a story, that always involves you.
Will you ever know how much I love you.
All I have are the poems I write about you. When will you finally see, were supposed to be.
When will you be able to see, im always gonna be right. People keep telling me to move on.
But I know how tight we are. And when im with you, you make me feel like a shining star.
And I know well get back together sometime.
But until then, these poems may not rhyme, but its all I have. To show my love for you.
But sometimes you just don’t see how much I love you. Whenever you needed me I was their.
Whenever I needed you. You were their for me. You told me lot of things. But did you ever really mean it?
In my eyes your everything anybody could ask for. I wrote these poems for you but one day when I show you them, hopefully its not too late.
When I had a friend show you the first poem I ever wrote about you, you said you were shocked, and the poem was very awesome, but why were you so shocked?
If you knew how much I loved you, and cared about you, you would know how much I love you, everything I wrote about you comes from the heart. But it seems like a lot of girls tore us apart, cause all the times your with me, you like another girl, all the time your with her. You think of me. Why don’t you ever know what you want. every time I confess my love for you, a few days later, I end up getting crushed cause of the other girl. To me and everybody else, it seems to us like you don’t know what you want. For once cant you just make up your mind. I really need you to know that.
All night long I would dread you getting with her.
At times I would sit and cry, knowing what’s gonna happen next.
But that night when you said it was best, just broke my heart.
When will you realize im the girl who you really love.
Why do you always tear me apart? When in the end you always come back to me.
The time you told me you wanted to be with me again and forever did you mean it?
When you said we didn’t tell each other everything, was a lie. I tell you everything.
But you tell me nothing. That night I cut were you their for me? But weren’t you the reason I did cut.
Every scar I have, has a story, that always involves you.
Will you ever know how much I love you.
All I have are the poems I write about you. When will you finally see, were supposed to be.
When will you be able to see, im always gonna be right. People keep telling me to move on.
But I know how tight we are. And when im with you, you make me feel like a shining star.
And I know well get back together sometime.
But until then, these poems may not rhyme, but its all I have. To show my love for you.
But sometimes you just don’t see how much I love you. Whenever you needed me I was their.
Whenever I needed you. You were their for me. You told me lot of things. But did you ever really mean it?
In my eyes your everything anybody could ask for. I wrote these poems for you but one day when I show you them, hopefully its not too late.
When I had a friend show you the first poem I ever wrote about you, you said you were shocked, and the poem was very awesome, but why were you so shocked?
If you knew how much I loved you, and cared about you, you would know how much I love you, everything I wrote about you comes from the heart. But it seems like a lot of girls tore us apart, cause all the times your with me, you like another girl, all the time your with her. You think of me. Why don’t you ever know what you want. every time I confess my love for you, a few days later, I end up getting crushed cause of the other girl. To me and everybody else, it seems to us like you don’t know what you want. For once cant you just make up your mind. I really need you to know that.