You make me feel happy,
you make me feel wanted.
I feel good to be myself,
when I am around you.
You were older,
I thought you'd be more mature.
I thought you would last,
but you go around calling other girls when I'm gone.
"Don't get to attached",
is what I get from people you hang with.
But you said you still liked me,
so I'll believe it for now.
But when you mess up,
I'm going... I'm going... Going... GONE!