You glance at me as you speak to her. Your heart isn't in the conversation as she tells you about the things she likes. Basically it's on me.
My heart isn't on my friend as I speak to her. We laugh and joke but I glance at you to see if you're still looking at me. Yes, yes you are.
Why does it have to be like this? We have never said any words to each other but we're falling into a big pit.
Like the one that I feel whenever I see her with you. My blood boils with envy, my fists clench up leaving cresent shapes on my palms, and my eyes appear darker.
And I see how you get when I smile and talk to another boy. You tense up and try not to look at me. I notice that. You're jealous, aren't you?
It will take more than teasing to make admit that I am jealous so go ahead. Try to make admit. Of course, you could if you weren't surround by girls who don't have anything better to do than flirt with you.
I see that emotion in your dark eyes. I know what it is.
Longing to get away from the crowd of girls and to the one you really care about. Which I can tell you that it's not me.
I tell you with sincerity that I would never be the one for you. I'm a terrible dreamer who does nothing but waste her time dreaming and thinking. I am not the one.
Too bad I gave you mixed messages. I just wanted to know you, not love you.
There's a difference, you know?