How is it that all the good guys have girlfriends that are bitchy hoes?
But you keep quiet, because you can't bear it if they hate you for saying it.
How is it that no matter how hard you try, you fail.
But you stay optimistic in hopes that it will happen.
How is it that when you both look at each other,
both of you can feel the chemistry,
but you can't bring yourself to tell them how you feel.
How is it that you write something and hope they read this,
and they probably won't,
so your efforts are wasted.
Sigh, wasted. yet again.
In chances that it does happen,
you, the guy, feel the same way she feels,
so why can't the words just over take you,
And take a chance.
(oh wait, I totally forgot about the bitchy hoe. Sigh.)
On another note.
Isn't blood thicker than water?
Yeah, i thought so.
Sigh.
Many thoughts.
Many feelings.
Combined into one note.
Suck on that, and go stop your heart.
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