I wish she's chose me,
But she chose him.
And who would want me?
I'm so boring and dim.
Why do I try to make
It happen any other way?
I know why. The lust,
It comsumes me every day.
You're the only friend I have.
You're the only friend I need.
All the others aren't my friends,
They just laugh, and watch my bleed.
They call me emo.
I call them dead.
But I know you'll be there,
When they rush ahead.
Don't say sorry,
Because you chose him.
It will only make us
Feel worse, and awfully grim.
It wouldn't have happened
Any other way.
No matter what anyone
Will think or say.
I Wish
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