For all the girls that took me for-granted.
"Perhaps" By Anthony Tilar
Have you ever once thought about giving me a damn chance?
I really fucking hope so cause the way you give me that glance
gives me the thought that maybe JUST maybe you might be mine someday, perhaps.
I give you my all on a daily and originally that wasn't something I do intentionally.
It's just that part of my brain that tells me that she is worth all that trouble and that it's meant to be.
But how much more of this shit can I take? It's wrong to put on this smile cause that nonsense is just fake.
And in the end I ask my self "Is this just another repeated mistake?"
So what if it is? Then what do I do?
Do I walk up to your door step and begin to confront you?
More specifically, voice my opinions that I value?
That is probably something I won't do though.
With the current position that I'm in , I've fallen comfortable and it's understandable that my feelings are a product of my own actions.
It's with that satisfaction why I'm feeling all this damn frustration.
I can't keep putting my heart on the line like this when others tell me that you are just another dime and there are others that exist.
But once again I go out of my way and spend time with you just hear you say all these things about someone that's feelin you with my hand behind my back with a clenched fist.
Before I do anything drastic, I'll just let it be.
I'll act how I'll usually act, sarcastic, and pretend to sit beside you comfortably because I cherish this friendship instead of having whatever we have evolve into something awkwardly.
One day I hope you find yourself thinking about who you love
And that my name pops up In that wispy cloud above.
Making you recite the relationship that we have outloud and then excite the thought that maybe, just maybe, You might be mine some day. Perhaps.