you’ve changed a lot,
you talk a lot more,
you dress like the trends,
you grew your hair out,
and you talk to a lot of boys,

but i think still your pretty,
i still feel like you love me
i still feel like you think im pretty
i still feel like you look at me,
i look at you,
i look at your blue eyes and remember when i called them beautiful,
you told me that that’s the only thing people notice,
but i still daydreamed over the them,
i look into your blue eyes and i still see the same girl that wanted to kiss me on the bus,

i still love you
you would say i love you too
but i don’t know how to talk to you anymore
see, you’ve become a new person
but im still the same heartbroken girl
i stare at you still
and i listen to you more
all you do is talk about the other people you love
i remember when you talked about me that way,

i know it won’t ever be the same
for you said you regret it,
but sometimes i still wonder if i could get one last kiss,
one last thing to miss
the kiss that we missed,
that ran away from us as soon as we got in arms length,
i’d do it all over again

i wonder if you still love me like i still love you because i know i never stop loving once i love
i wonder if you believe that’s what love is meant to be like too
and i wonder if you still feel it,
because i still look at you in the hall,
i wonder: “did she ever love me at all?”
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