She...

Stupid tears,
Immature things,
Damn why can't she smile,
Seems like it's taking her a while... to understand.

Dress her up like a plastic,
But she's not materialistic,
Idealistic...
She doesn't like it,
Seems she can't commit.

Stuck in traffic,
Feeling so sick,
So not used to this,
Wanting his deep kiss.

Unicorns are just pretend,
Her mind's here in this dead end,
Wanting fantasies to come true,
Drowning down inside her deep blue.

Those fields of green have faded away,
Now they both have nothing to say,
She's used to seeing him every day...
What shall she do,
All those close to her seem so few.

Her too guys...
Her best friend,
Her boy friend,
They seem as if they're both fading,
There's someone who's always blockading... her...
From happiness.

That sweet caress of the one she loves,
That happy smile that makes her feel like she's flying with doves.

The high fives that she gets from her right hand man,
The way he makes her happy when no one else can.

She loves them both but not in the same way,
Tried to show them that she could couldn't choose.
If she lost one then she would fray,
Either one lost then inside she'd lose.

One she loved as her lover,
The other she loved not as a lover but more than a brother.

It all keeps screaming at her,
It's passing in a blur,
She feels it deep inside her,
Hiding place she fights to discover...

Here... we go... again...