When i see your face at school i just cry
when i see you with her i cry more
me not being with you is so hsrd for me
i wish i could have you but i cant
when we talked on the phone we tlak for hours
we had dirty little secrets
i wish we could stay togther but we know it would never work out.
just tell me on thing.....
is the grass greener on the other side?
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