I have the cutest, perfect boyfriend now,
For once I don't mind the guy's music being loud,
His eyes are blue to match the sky,
Yet he argues they aren't as blue as mine.
My nails are long and just the right shade,
To match my sweater that Hilfiger made,
My hairs perfectly straight with a wave at the end,
My boyfriend told me last night I was his angel sent.
I had a girl tell me in the hall yesterday,
That I'm exactly what she wants to be,
Tall and thin with the perfect life,
Oh God, how come I don't feel like it's mine?
I touch his face but my hands are cold,
All of sudden I feel so ugly and old,
I'm using his feelings and I hate myself,
Because his kisses no longer make me melt.
I curl my lashes and look up through them,
I do what I know only I can,
I run my nails down his arm to give him chills,
I look at his face and I wonder how it feels.
I'm detatched looking in from the outside,
There's only one man who can make me cry,
I lay there at night and imagine his touch,
Making blood go to my head in a rush.
Eight hundred and seventy eight miles away,
To drive to him would take two days,
But I love him and I want him so bad,
But I'm stuck in my life, I'm too cold to be mad.
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