They Used To Be Me

Tonight is the big night, not exactly a mundayne affair. Even though I shouldn't care, I wasn't invited, but my boyfriend will be there. I really do trust him. If I didn't, that wouldn't be right. I'm just worried about all the other girls that will be there tonight. The kind of girl who thinks-he's cute, so I'll flirt a little. It deosn't matter if he has a girlfriend, she'll still try to get in the middle. She'll softly bat her eyes and show off her tiny waist, then she will grab his drink and ask if she can have a taste. All the devious things that girls do and say, like ask him to drive her home, and then invite him to stay. I hope I'm on his mind, and that he deos the right thing, because I really do love him, you see, I even wear his ring. I shouldn't do this to myself, sit here and torture my mind. I just know in my heart he's the best man I could ever find. I'm driving myself crazy, knowing I can't be there to see. I know how those other girls can act, because those other girls used to be me.