Her
I see you everyday-
Monday to Friday sharing eye contact every 3 minutes
but you like her.
She's anything anyone could want. Perfect.
Maybe if I were more like her-
And they say, "never change for someone else" but you are the reason I want to change
But to change for you would be imposible because you like her.
Only to change everything about myslef just so you would like me back- but no
You like her.
And why should I be jealous?
You are never going to like me.
And thats ok.
Because you like her.
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Me
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