by BRION
From the first day I came
And laid eyes to your face,
Only your mom was to blame
For such outstanding grace.
We didn’t talk much,
Although I wish we had.
I was always out of luck,
Which made me kinda mad.
You had your friends,
And I had mine.
I’d always pretend
To be in a bind.
Always afraid to approach you,
I sit back and watch.
For some reason I knew,
I’d have to turn it up a notch.
Then I got news that made me melt.
I should have known there was someone else.
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