"I still remember, 3rd of December.
Me in your sweater,
You said it looked better on me than it did you,
Only if you knew, how much I liked you.Watched as she stands with her holding your hands,
You put your arms around her shoulders,
While I'm getting colder.
But how could I hate her?
She's such an angel.
But then again kinda wished she were dead.
And again, how I wished you knew, just how much I liked you.But I watched your eyes whenever she walks by,
Oh, what a sight for sore eyes.
She glow brighter than the blue skies,
She's got you mesmerised, while I die.Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty.
You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester.
But you liked her better,
Wish I were Heather."
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