Right now this is a oneshot songfic, but I'm thinking I may make it into a story if enough people want me to, so review and let me know. The song is in underlined italics, and coordinates with the chunk of story underneath it. It's Lily's point of view.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana or any of the characters. I did, however, write this song, so I do own that. Since I am only 15, I have not heard every song in the world, so if I used a real songs ideas or lyrics by accident, please let me know. I did write it, and I did not purposely use anything that has already been recorded.
You look at me,
What do you see?
Just another girl, but I wanna be
Your everything
When he looks at me, he just sees some person, a body, a nobody. I'm just another girl walking around. If only he could see that I want to be his everything. I'm in love with him, and I have been since the first day of 7th grade, which is when she first started coming to our school. A little country girl who soon became little "Miss Oliver Oken." They hung out constantly, Oliver and I couldn't say one word without her around.
I tried being her friend, we were so "close" she even told me (and Oliver) her Hannah Montana secret, but it drove me crazy that she was stealing Oliver away from me. My Oliver. The boy I had known since preschool. The first girl to hold his hand (only because he had the bigger crayon box with the sharpener), and the first girl to kiss him, when we were in 3rd grade. He was my Oliver; he was supposed to be mine.
Ever since she came, our friendship started to die away. It was my fault, cause she wanted us to all be friends, I tried it in 7th grade, but by 8th grade I was ready to strangle her. Oliver became a person I used to be "BFF's" with. Now, were in 9th grade, and he doesn't even know my name anymore. He doesn't even know me.
You don't even see me,
You look right through me,
Act like I'm not even there.
You head right towards me,
Then walk around,
You look behind me,
I turn around, and she's standing there
I'm at my locker at school, watching him, "The Locker Doctor," open his locker without his combination as usual. He looks toward me, but its like he looks right through me, he acts like I'm not even there. He heads over toward me, then walks around me, like I'm just a roadblock. He looks behind me, and when I turn around, she's standing there at her locker, two away from mine. It's like I don't even exist. It's all about her.
You look at her, you talk to her,
You give her a kiss on the cheek
You say something
She smiles and laughs,
I just stand there and wish that
I could be her
It's all about her. He looks at her, talks to her; he walks over and gives her a kiss on the cheek. He says something (probably trying to be funny), and she smiles and laughs. I just stand there wishing I could be her. I could laugh at his so-not-funny jokes, too, ya know.
You walk up to me at the beach,
You say hello, I can hardly breathe
I hear someone behind me say
"Hi," and I realize, that I'm invisible to you
You don't even see that I'm there.
I'm sitting at Rico's at the beach, and I see him walking up to me. To me He says "Hello" in that sweet voice of his, and I can hardly breathe. Then I hear someone behind me say "Hi," it's her, she's sitting on the stool behind me. I realize I'm invisible to him, he doesn't even see that I'm there.
You look through me, and you see her
You talk to her, I wish you could see
That it's killing me, when you kiss her on the cheek,
And that joke you told, I wish you told me
And I stand there watching you,
And I wish I could be her
I'm invisible to him. He looks through me, and sees her. He talks to her, not me. I just wish that he could see that it kills me when he kisses her on the cheek. That trying-to-be-funny joke he told, I wish that he had told it to me. I just stand there watching him, and I wish I could be her.
You don't even know who I am
She will never begin to understand
What I'm going through
Every time I see her with you
It kills me every time when…
We used to be best friends, and that summer before 7th grade, I was even starting to think that he liked me. Then school started, and she came. Now he doesn't even know who I am; and she will never even begin to understand what I'm going through every time I see her with him. It kills me every time that……
You look at her, and you talk to her,
You give her a kiss on the cheek
You say something,
And she smiles and laughs………………..
It kills me every time that he looks at her, and every time he talkes to her. He gives her a kiss on the cheek. He says something, and she smiles and laughs…
And I just stand there and wish
That I could be her
And I just wish I could be her.
Oh, I wish
Oh, I wish, I could be her…
Oh, do I wish I could be her.
I'd do anything to change myself from Little Miss Lily Truscott to Little Miss Perfect Miley "Hannah Montana" Stewart. Maybe then I could get Oliver back. My Oliver.
One quick thing: the reason I said Miley came to Malibu in 7th grade is cause I figured it out. In the second season (I think first episode), Miley's in 9th grade, and Jackson's in 11th; and all Jackson's friends were talking about the "rodeo cowboy"(Jackson) who came to Malibu freshman year, that would have been two years ago, and Miley would have started school in Malibu in 7th grade. I have this all figured out ; )
Please review and let me know what you think of my story and my song, it's the first time one of my songs has ventured outside of my folder on my computer : )
Thankx.