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if heather by conan gray was written from the other pov:; I still remember, 3rd of December, I gave you my sweater, you looked like forever. And now I avoid you, only if you knew, how much I liked you. but I'm terrified. Then she walks by, Im living a bad life. She knows that it ain't right. Looks me deep in my eyes while I die. Why would you ever kiss me, I don't make it all that easy. I gave her my sweater, Its just polyester. But you wore it better. I wish you were. I watch as you stand, while I'm holding her hand. put my arm around her shoulder. were both getting colder. But how could I leave her. She'd probably kill me. But then again, kinda wish I were dead, when she walks by, Im living a bad lie, she knows that it aint right. looks me deep in my eyes, while I die. Why would you ever kiss me, I dot make it all that easy. I gave her my sweater, its just polyester. But you wear it better. I wish you were . I wish you were.. Why would you every kiss me, I don't make it all that easy, I gave her my sweater. Its just polyester. But you wore it better. I wish you were heather; ONE OF MY SONGS