I thought you were different, you know,
Not like the other guys I knew. Yeah
You were completely different. You
Barely gave me the time of day. They
At least talk to me, joke a bit maybe,
You just glanced, waved and turned
Away. For some reason I was drawn
To you. Like a moth to a flame, opposites
Attract, I'm every cliché, but my ending is
Fucked.

You're just so hardcore, listening to
Bands so far underground they've
Never seen the sun. Your black
Eyeliner was just a joke, and
You only wear pink every other
Tuesday. But your hair's a neon
Orange, and I'm convinced it's
Natural, despite what they say.
So why would you want silly
Little me?

You're so perfectly gorgeous, so
Far out of my league, I can no
Longer see you. I thought you
Weren't shallow like the others.
But oh how wrong I was. You
Were so much worse. You have
Your image of the perfect girl,
Right down to hair length and so
Now I wonder what the fuck did I
See in you?

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So this is a rant that took a poem-like shape. This boy may never know how he hurt me. It's probably better that way.