Missing love and hating it

every rain drop on the window
reminds me of a tear and al the teras i let for you
you didn't mind i was crying
nobody ever liked me that was the tought that went trough my mind
it isn't always the outside you need to judge
but what others never see is your inside or what you see as the real you or the real me they don't mind looking at the inside you becauese they only care about them selfs and not the people around them who are true and real not fake er rude i hate those people who turn you away cauese they only like what they say


thats what most hurts when nobody thinks your pretty :'(