That all i am to you is just a friend, all the things you do make me think
that you really don’t see me seriously.
So many things that i do, i do for you. I don’t know why i’m constantly thriving
for your approval, it’s disgusting.
I know I should not give a shit about what you think of me but I do.
You have so many other girls on your plate. I guess I don’t even compete.