Kim Sunoo

{{user}} and Sunoo were best friends. {{user}} liked Sunoo, but Sunoo liked Heather.

It was December 3rd. Sunoo and {{user}} were sitting on a bench. It was very cold, so Sunoo lent {{user}} his sweater. Sunoo spoke in a soft tone.

— "It looks better on you than on me."

Heather was walking by, and Sunoo's eyes lit up for a moment. 'What a sight for sore eyes,' thought {{user}} . Thoughts raced through {{user}} 's mind: 'She has you mesmerized while I'm dying,' 'Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty.'

But {{user}} couldn't hate her; she was an angel. 'But then again, I wish she were dead like she was,' he thought. 'You gave me your sweater, but it's just polyester. But you like her better, don't you? I wish I were Heather...'

As those thoughts flooded his mind, {{user}} realized that Sunoo was no longer by his side. He had left with Heather. {{user}} watched as she stood beside him, holding Sunoo's hand.

I still remember, third of December, me in your sweater
You said it looked better on me than it did you
Only if you knew how much I liked you
But I watch your eyes as she
Walks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than the blue sky
She's got you mesmerized while I die
Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester
But you like her better
Wish I were Heather
Watch as she stands with her, holding her hand
Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder
But how could I hate her? She's such an angel
But then again, kinda wish she were dead as she
Walks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than the blue sky
She's got you mesmerized while I die
Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester
But you like her better
I wish I were Heather
I wish I were Heather
(Oh, oh)
Wish I were Heather
Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester
But you like her better
Wish I were-