you seemed keen but fake and i knew and wished and hoped it was not over
you wore a blue and green dress (the one you had on the night before)
and the floor was cold under my feet and i could barely speak
with words like "if you say it's true than true it will be"
all for a pseudo-boy who wears a blouse
who wouldn't loose a wink of sleep either way
my friends call you a whore (i have started to as well)
i miss you less and less you know
merry christmas
