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A nice sunset or sunrise,
With you, I have my best highs,
But Im never really with you.
Its quite sad to think about.
You could say it makes me blue.
I would like to think you care but I have my doubt.

When thinking of you I tend to smile,
But recently I frown,
I sit and think of you for quite a while,
And in my head, I imagine brown.

The brown specs in your beautiful hazel eyes,
Youre long and messy brown hair,
But then you reach the darker part of my mind,
Where our clothes fall everywhere.

Speaking of youre clothes,
They never match.
But even then, if I take one look I can feel my face heating.
Im pretty sure everyone can hear my heart beating, thumping out of my chest.
If loving you was a crime I would for sure be under arrest.

But I do not want to be under arrest,
I want to be under you,
But I am not your number one,
I am not even your number two.

I do not seem to cross your mind,
In this game for your affection I am very far behind,
I try to appeal to you I compliment you and I am kind,
But never is it ever enough for our ties to finally bind.

When I see a sunrise,
I am only reminded of that sparkle in your eyes.
And when I see a sunset,
I remember our bet.
And lastly, when I see a neon rainbow,
I remember how I asked if you would ever love me, and you said no.