Blue, Allisa Scott
Every time I almost cry myself to sleep,
Knowing that you are happy with someone else.
Every time you tell me how great he is,
A piece of my heart breaks.
After last night,
I don’t think I can take much more of it.
I might just have to actually tell you how I feel.
Tell you what I feel.
Tell you everything.
Will I be able to bring myself to do it?
Or will I have to cry myself to sleep
You are happy being with him
You are happy
Even if it’s not with me.
Selfish? You Decide.