...then you'll see the glass hidden in the grass... and that is just the way it goes.
Morrissey had it right.
I can't see the glass until I find out for myself. I have found out for myself now... and I am sad to see the truth. I pretty much figured I had no chance with the Dreamweaver, not at all, and now I know this to be true.
He doesn't even see me like the other girls. I was never a contender at all. I was just grasping at straws I guess. Just wanted to see things that were innocent and commonplace. You know, a friendly gesture gets misconstrewed as whatever I want it to be... the present being one. He was just being nice cuz we hung out a couple times.
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