Why Does This Always Happen
This always happens,
You think I'm cute,
Then you start talking to me.
Suddenly I'm not your type.
Why am I never anyone's type?
Why am I never liked for me,
I'm always liked for who I could pretend to be.
Why does this always happen to me?
Copyright © Miranda Matthews | Year Posted 2011
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