i hate the way you look at her. i hate the way she makes you laugh. i want to be the one to make you laugh and smile and be happy. why isn't it me holding your hand in the hallways. why is she so much better than me? whats worse, i thought that i was all of these things. i thought you thought about me and only wanted to hold MY hand. turns out i was just another kiss. thats all ill ever be to you, isn't it