When her eyes are shining and she's talking about love, she's not talking about me.
When she's in a good mood because of a cellphone notification, it's not mine.
She's never in a hurry to see me, she's always running away from my side.
She doesn't want to live in my hugs, she prefer to forgot our kisses, she doesn't care about who am I hanging with, because she don't want me to be hers.
The true is that I was her toy, now that she has enough fun, she can throw me away, fuck my stupid feelings, my story and my heart.
