Sometimes i sit at home and wonder how it be if he had loved me, truly loved me. Yes, I learned a while ago that kind of thing it never happens for me, and so i go around and just pretend love is not for me. I play the circus clown around my friends make them laugh and they wont see that you never let them see u sweat, dont want them to think the pain runs deep, Lord know its killing me.
So i put on my make up put a smile on my face and if anyone ask me everything is ok. Im laughing coz no one knows the joke is on me, coz im dyin inside with my pride and a smile on my face.
Sometimes i sit at home by the phone hopin he might call me, but he dont call me. But then I realize dreams come true aren’t for girls like me not like me, and so i go around with my head up like it ain’t no thing and when the boys around with all my friends im into other things coz you never let them see you sweat dont want them to think the pain runs deep, lord knows its killing me.
Its not easy. Sometimes its hard to its not the life that I would choose, but what else can i do if he dont love me. No if he dont want me im not about to sit around let myself go.