[ I think it's a matter of time, ]

I think it's a matter of time,
before you realize,
that I am not the same, scared girl of fourteen you saw me as.
I was vulenerable to heartbreak,
easily affected as to a tornado in Kansas.
You pinpointed my weak spot,
and put a large target on it.
Then you took aim and shot that stupid cupid's arrow right into my heart.
Now the pain has decreassed to a simple twinge.
I feel it now and then when I see you with a diffrent girl every week,
hoping and praying that next week, I could be that girl.
That'd you notice me or let my name roll off your tounge.
I am still waiting for that week,
but I'm letting my heart float to him.
He cradles my heart and nurutres it.
My name rolls of his tounge
and I am his girl every week.
Once you've seen I've moved on,
I know I now have you wrapped around my finger and you are now my puppet.
So dance puppet, dance!
Feel that sharp stab of pain at your heart when you see him and I walking down the halls together, arm in arm, laughing away at some stupid joke.
Then I hope you feel that same pain,
twinge or not,
that I felt when you shot that damn cupid's arrow,
into my heart.
It's over, Brandon.
There is no turning back from what hell you caused upon this hellriser of a fourteen  year old.