“He can’t see the smile I’m fakin’
And my heart’s not breakin’
‘Cause I’m not feelin’ anything at all”
I’m over him. Or so I say. I’ve been crazy about him since Freshman year. Sophomore year, I got him. He was mine. But I was stupid and messed it up. No, wait. I wasn’t stupid. It was him. I blame him. I don’t need him. He doesn’t need me. I need a man, not a boy… Is that so hard to find?