maybe Im lying too much...
As if she should be intrested. As if those wandering eyes glazing blindlessly to worthless matter should happen to stroll along my path. Maybe I kid my mind while pondering about her. The blue eyes, fluttering behind the long groomed hair. No. Not for me. Its rather worthless to think much more of it. Not for me, but for the brown haired boy. For the boy known for a lifetime. The spotlight shines as if us three are the only around. I watch as they move, his hands reach the hips, sliding downward as if hes bragging his "catch" to me. Moking me. But isnt that forbidden by a friend? Everything shuts down. She falls for him. Under his petty mercy. Dazed in his blunt personality. I look no further. I no longer found myself withen those shoes where my giddy soul was to be put. The lights return, the music rises, and a path is shown. The path bends and winds to a nothing which only im allowed to follow. I journey down the path, only to find myself drowned in reruns of The Real World and asking myself if I shouldve gotten to her first.