Him...
I doodled your name in my notebook
While you took some notes about the Americans at war
I hid my feelings for the longest time
So that you wouldn't walk out the door
But when the time came
You chose her over me
All because I wasn't true to you
And you thought we could never be
I left the impression that friends was all we were
And that you should spend you time with her
While on the inside I was dying
I was hurt way beyond repair
But I did this too myself
I acted like I didn't care
I told you that it was crazy
When truth was that the feelings they were there
To this day I still hurt a little
When I see you with another
Maybe one day I'll finally let you know
That I saw you as more than just a brother
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