crush, again

i have done it, once again
i have crush, for wrong person,totally wrong
i didn't mean this to happen
i have to say that i'm happy now
even thought, i have to look
when you're walking with other girl
telling her how you love her
kissing,touching her
but i don't care
i'm dreaming that i'm that girl
that you do all those things, for me
for me,who loves you,cares,wants you
that bloody,slut whore doesn't
she does everything to be famous
that bloody miss popular
you can't see it
i'm looking from the outside
she is in inside
i can't tell you, i'm not miss popular
but i can dream and that's what
i'm gonna do, so i'm happy
even i have for wrong person
i'm happy, dreaming and
writing this f*cking stupid poem
and crying bittersweet tears..