reading his face
and knowing inside
the girl he speaks so highly of
the girl he wants to be with
that girl he's loved for ever
knowing that girl,
it isn't me
it's breaking my heart
to watch him watch her
to see him want her
and knowing
always knowing
that girl
it isn't me
being with them
and seeing how oblivious they both are
her to him and him to me
it just breaks my heart
makes me want to scream
because i know that girl
and it isn't me.
It Isn't Me
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