Sunday, November 2, 2008
I'm not a writer.
From the moment that I met you, I knew I didn't need you.
I knew you weren't good for me and you'd just cause problems.
I knew that you would use the same lines on me that you use on every girl.
I knew that you were just trying to make her mad with how "happy" you were and that you never truly understood my jokes.
I knew your dirty habits, your horrible reputation, and how every girl in town thought you were the greatest thing ever.
I knew that you never actually liked me, you just wanted to use me.
I knew all this and ,for some reason, I didn't walk away.
From the moment that I met you, I knew I didn't need you
but I wouldn't mind taking a chance.