Nothing mattered more to me than this.
My hand to fit inside of his.
My hair to flow in the wind.
As we walk outside in the mid December air.
For me to smile while he talks to me
About the time when we were set free
For him to laugh at my corny jokes
And for him to call me his one and only.
But all it was, was just a dream
My mind is playing with reality
My hands are empty
His smile fades in the dry hot air
My hand is clenched on the excess of my sweater
My heart is aching for the better
I know it will never happen
It’s just my imagination
He questions who made him feel appreciated
Why , it was me, that girl
The one you call crazy
The one they call weird
The one that is stupid
But, the one who actually cares.
But im really truly normal
But you’re convinced im crazed
My mind only wonders
What you really think of me
Im tired and sad and lonely
Ive cried the tears I needed
Ive said the words I felt
Ive expressed my compassion
My care
My sincerity
And I do it all for nothing
I sit and silence and think
Why me?
Why you?
Why do I feel the way I do?
You are one of a kind
No one can replace you
But you can’t see it from my eyes
You will never feel the way I do
But that’s okay
Because I’ll always be
That
Crazy
Stupid
Weird
Girl.