It was just yesterday that I wrote you a poem
And then I heard news on my way home
I think it would he better to not like me anymore
Cause I heard it is not I whom you adore.
She's my friend and a very good one
A little boyish but liked by everyone
Even my brother like her too
And there's no doubt you'll like her too.
Ah, how disappointing
I felt crap and It's irritating
Cause I made my mind that I'll take you seriously
But perhaps I thought of it deriliously
Ah, how annoying
The thought annoys me I feel like crying
I am a girl same as she is
I want to beg to choose me please.
She doesn't like you I swear
I bet she will make your heart tear
What Am I saying, I'm backstabbing my friend
How pathetic Of me to use her as a means to an end
Whatever, I don't care anymore
If you like me you'll treat me like it was before
If not, then go, court her and win the girl's heart
And I'll be sitting here, waiting for the both of you to part.
