I lyked him. a long time ago so it seems. 
the nyte we met, i hadn't seen him for ages.
who would of thought it would come down to this?
i thought he was the world and so special.
we grow so close, but not everybody knows.
i asked for my number and i gave it to him. 
this is probably where it all begins.

he'd txt me and id txt bak. askin how my day was 
and id say "say hello to ya dad"
times he wudnt let me walk home alone.
and he sed i'll txt u in a bit, wait by ya phone.
that day he invited me to the beach.
that was a laugh i'll not soon forget, drinkin cider on the
way and more bottles on the way back. 
as lookd into the mirror of the front seat,
he turned to it to and smiled at me.

people said one day it'll happen, i just have to wait.
i certainly doubt it now. i think its too late.
although deep down i never thought it would.
he lyked her too mutch i could tell that. 
i had ta leave him to it, i couldn't be a twat.
not only was i close to him i was also to his dad.
he acts lyke my uncle. i'v still got him and im glad.

that nyte i txt him i shouldn't have i know.
but it didn't exactly say mutch, so there ya go. 
i was txtin loads of people that nyte,
and when she txt back it kinda ruined my nyte.
it makes me think of him as a cowered. 
why couln't he say it himself? to my face? even of the
phone? i not the pathectic one, he is. 
in ways i get why shes lyke it. im hated by someone who
doesn't know me and i dont blame her sometimes. 

i never wanted to steal him. 
i didn't want him to leave her side. 
i wanted him to be happy and therefore just become even more
close mates with me.
and now i doubt he'll ever see.
i love him laods and he means everything to me.
but since things have been said and done we haven't spoken.
i sometimes wish we could he's such a lush bloke.
he was the world.