Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire or anything related to it. The song, however, belongs to me. Really, it does.
I know what you felt for me
After all the times we've shared
I sat on a chair next to the window, looking out into a grey summer's day.
And I know we didn't talk a lot
But that doesn't mean I didn't care
I thought about the time when this guy's obsession over me grew so much that I decided to permanently stop talking to him. But I can't deny the fact that I loved him
And now I look in the mirror
And think what I've done with my life
As I look in the mirror
I see not a pretty sight
I glanced at a mirror sitting next to me, and hated the girl I saw. She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, with a wet face. A face wet with tears. Tears of regret, sadness, loneliness and misery.
I see a girl whose eyes once sparkled bright
And now they sparkle rare
I remembered the times when we were really close and good friends, when he liked me, when he was there for me. I marveled at how different, how happy I looked back then.
A girl who strived with all her might
Convincing herself that she didn't care
I remembered the times I tried to deny my feelings for him, the times I had shove my feelings back when they pushed forward in my head.
But the good times are over
And I can hide from no one
No one there to cover for me
A new life has begun
I realized now that things will never be the same again, that he was gone.
I can't hide from the truth any longer
It's a new beginning for me
But I don't think I like it
As it's plain for me to see
I wished I could turn back time, fix everything I had done wrong. I wished I could have a new beginning.
As tears roll down my cheeks
I cry to who would listen
I thought about my other friends, thought about how no one, not even them, would understand. He was the only one who listened, and now he was gone. I watched my reflection as two new tears rolled down my cheeks.
As seconds turn into hours, and hours turn into weeks
I realize who has created this new life for me
I told myself, as I did every evening, not to think about him and to concentrate on my work. I thought that if he was here, he would tell me to study.
It was me.
17 year old Lizzie McGuire looked at the picture of the guy on her window sill. She turned it down and saw the words she had written a few years back.
In loving memory of my best friend, Gordo. I will always miss you. I love you.