Well, it took me long enough, but I’m finally starting to see through you. You just enjoy the fact that when you call, I’ll be there. Do you even like me? Or do you just like the fact that you have me wrapped around your finger? You walk around making all these rules, and moves, for a game that I’m not interested in playing. I’ve realized that I’ll always just be a rebound or a substitute to you. You try to make me think otherwise, but I’ll never be your first choice. I’m sick of the double standards, and I’m tired of you messing with me. Find someone else to confuse because next time you call, I won’t be there.
I don’t really know if you’ve realized this, but I like you a lot. You’ve stuck by my side through everything. We’ve had our ups and downs, but we’ve always ended up solving whatever issues there were. I get jealous when you’re with other girls. I don’t think you realize it, but whenever I see you’re with someone else it kills me inside just a little bit. You’re special to me. You don’t understand the effect you have over me. I wish you would just grab my hand and never let go. You’re all I think about, and all that I need. Will you just realize that already?