SOMETIMES WHEN,
you go home, you rush into your room.
Mascara running down your cheeks, crying your eyes out.
Because you see him, with her.
'That girl' and now they have become 'that couple.' The couple
that everyone wishes they were.
They were perfect. But...
That was suppose to be me with you,
I dreamed of us being to perfect couple.
And Thought..
Now you lost your chance.. I'm
Gone.!
