Soon
we arent in love any longer.
soon he'll love someone like he loved me.
and our friendship wont become any stronger.
and soon he wont care what he means to me.
soon we wont talk near as much.
but when i call he wont want to talk.
he'll have new love, new life and such.
and i'll be here for a lonely walk.
soon he'll ignore me when i cry.
and wont comfort me when im scared.
and when im depressed and want to die
i stop and remember he used to care.
soon i'll stop crying and get over this
and hopefully he'll remember
how much of me he really does miss
and say to himself " i still love her".
by
addictposted on 08/10/2009
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