Pov: You're Heather
Woke in cold weather
Wore your old sweater
Said fits me better
But I know you're a player
A hundred love letters
I'm still getting jealous
How much I love you
But I saw your eyes as he
Stood by...
What a touch for scarred hands
Softer than a feather
If he got you on your knees
Set me free
All the boys try to kiss me
You don't see me as more than pretty
And I have all your sweaters but
He got the best one
And you love him better
It sucks , being Heather
Watch as you meet him
You're holding his hand
Left kisses on your forehead
I'm not getting closer
Yet how could I hate him
He's disguised angel
But then I know
that he wishes me dead
As I walk by...
What a smile
For drained lips
Scream his name in my sleep
He has you on your knees
I bleed...
All the boys try to kiss me
You don't see me as more than pretty
Yes I owe you six sweaters
Yet he got the best ones
And you love him better
It sucks being Heather
....
Why would you ever kiss me ?
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave me your sweater
It's just polyester
Said you liked him better
I wish I were...
