Lisa Grey

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My goal was to get over you

But it was something I could never do

I see you standing there

And I can’t help but stare

I meant so much to you at some point

But you won’t even look at me now

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I don’t see why I miss you

You were nothing great to begin with

But somehow, along the lines

I began crying deep inside

It took me a while to only realize

I was nothing special in your eyes

Someway I convinced myself different