His cackling voice yells out to his green-eyed friend,
He tells someone he loves them,
he turns his back around,
tells someone else that you are the one,

I'm tired of his tricks and games,
One second hes telling he loves me,
the next that hes busy,

I find him close to other girls,
and it makes me want to hurl,
but all I do is sit and watch,
and do the same as he does,

I probably like him more then I should,
its no good,
hes hurt and hes lied,
he never denied,
but i like him anyway,
He's bi-polar,
and so am I,

fuck this.
I'm going to go call him.