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we ran barefoot across creaked floorboards , hopeful our youth would never die out . your index pokes my back , ice cold to the touch , like you're barely there at all . when i look up , you're now faded . was it all just pretend ? or was it all in my head . . ?

you aren't her valentine . you didn't give her flowers, gifts, nor the chocolates . you aren't her valentine . you didn't take her on dates, and now . . it was too late . she has a new valentine . he gives her the love you never gave her . you were never her valentine .

i'm losing sight of me . everywhere i look , i see a young girl with hopes and dreams . . . it's not all what it seems . im living this nightmare , blind to the love i've been given . do i deserve it ? do i allow myself to ? i want to . i don't want to lose sight of me .

i'm not the pretty one , the slender one . i'm not the one who's easy to love . i'm different , more difficult . i'm the one who's in the background , a girl in the movies who isn't as pretty or gorgeous . you may know that girl . the one who's easier to love . i'm not her .