My Girl

She�ll twist me, turn me, stab me, burn me�
Never escaping my heart�s scattered mess.
I think our love was never meant to be,
But the more I think, the more I care less.

I bet she doesn�t even remember me�
And that thought hurts the worst.
Her sweet face is all I can see,
I don�t know if I�m blessed or cursed.

If she would give me one chance
I�d show her what my love means.
I look at her eyes; I�m in a trance�
She turns her back; my hopes serene.

My mind is no longer in shading�
Her love for me has left this world.
But I�ll always be there waiting;
She�ll always be my girl.

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