and I keep coming back
even though I'm leaving.
You don't want just me.
You wants all the girls
to fall right at your feet.
You have low self-esteem
but you won't admit it;
that your heart is breaking.
You gave your love
to the wrong person
and you're beyond done.
You are who I want;
who I picture in my life.
I wish that was enough.
You treat me rough
then you treat me nice.
How could you be the one?
I miss the chocolate and the roses.
I miss the poems and the letters.
I miss the hand-holding and sleepovers.
I miss the late night telephone calls.
I miss being a teenager in love.
