"I-I like you" I could feel the blood rush to my face, I waited for an answer and you just sat there
"We'll talk later" you smiled. soon I learned that it wasn't out of happiness, no. That smile, it was made out of sympathy.
I thought you liked me, all this time.
I didn't like you.
I Loved you.
And now that's all gone
All gone because you never told me how you felt
And now I don't know how to feel anymore
I don't know how to smile when I see you
All I want to do is cry
But don't feel bad for me
No
You can't feel bad for the....the
Mistake
Cause isn't that what I am to the world
Just a little....
Mistake