Everyday a girl wakes up. She tries to find the cutest things to wear and the best way to do her makeup and hair. And she leaves the house thinking damn, I look good. Wrong. Because according to that guy, you have a pimple. And that guy over there thinks your ass is flatt….
I'm over you today. Tomorrow, I probably like you again.
Whenever something reminds me of you, I don’t know if I should smile or get angry. One day, I don’t give a fuck. Then another day, I’m head over heels. I kept you a daydream away, so nobody can touch you. Yesterday, I thought I was over you. Today, I saw your picture with another girl. I’m never gonna be fully sure how I feel until you figure out how you feel.
After a long time, I know I’m gonna see you in a couple of days. And the sad thing is, I know I’m gonna fall head over heels for you again… and you won’t feel the same.
I feel so stupid for even thinking that for one second, I actually mean something to you. You’re just one of them. I’m so stupid for thinking you’re different. And I’m so stupid right now hoping that when I see you in a couple days, that all the feelings would flood back to you just like it does to me whenever something reminds me of you. I’m afraid that when I see you, I’ll hopelessly fall again and you won’t.