I can hear her heart beating against these walls,
banging against my heart - [tearing up my world].
I tried so hard to be that special girl, the pretty one -
I put on lipstick, wore a short skirt and lost the curves,
but you still wont love me like you said you did before.
I miss the way you kiss me and sail your hands down my spine,
tickling my ribcage with romantic gestures only you could make.
Those days were like cheese and ham,
they weave perfectly together I can't understand,
why your heart now beats for her?
I know it sounds pathetic, but I hope deep down
that you're using her like I think you used me,
so at least I wont be the only one.
Perhaps she'll hurt you and you'll look at me
and think about daisy dreams, our pickered fence
will finally come in view--I'll paint it blue for you,
it's still your favourite colour darling.
But I know her eyes are the shade you love too.
Just standing here, I can smell her on you
even though you aren't here, your words hit me
as if you threw a blow beneath my ear -
I am cut, by all the things you've ever done
and you hurt me completely, but I still adore you
and I don't know why I've ever done that for.
The first love, always love - I hoped so hard
that those words the wise ones waved around,
weren't true; but I just want to get over you.
This isn't right, but I want you -
what's a shattered girl to do?
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