I'm the Girl and You're the Boy

I can't make you care.

I can only appeal to the person I hope is there.

I know that you can be kind, all you have got to do is choose.

I know you can stop hating me if you realize what you'll lose.

At one point you said you cared for me, promised you'd be there,

But now I am falling, reaching desperately towards you,

And you're watching me go, letting me reach the bottom.

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I'm Kayla, the girl who is so future oriented she regrets the past,

The girl with so many morals I was terrified to hold your hand,

The girl, who once fingers were entwined, never wanted to let go.

I'm Kayla, the girl who buys sweet tea no ice, just so she can see you,

The girl who can't understand you when you mumble on the phone,

The girl who treated Christmas like a mission to impress you.

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You're Andrew, the boy who I first met practicing about-face in the hall,

The boy who smiled when I told you I was determined to impress you,

The boy who knew just what it took to make me want to kiss you.

You're Andrew, the boy who would tickle me just to get a bit closer,

The boy who stopped smoking at parties just because it scared me,

The boy who cleaned his car in minutes just so I could ride with you.

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I'm the girl and you're the boy; I'm Kayla and you're Andrew.

I know you're there somewhere Andrew; I'm not that much a fool.

I know you once cared for me, and in some degree, I hope you still do.

I only wish I knew just what you did that made you give up on me.

I only wish I knew just how far you are willing to watch me fall.

Will you reach for me at all?