When you fell, I was the one who held out my hand to help you back up,
I repaired your life, though mine was falling apart,
I ran away from my problems simply to solve yours,
I helped you to get to your lover,
I encouraged you to confess to him,
I was after you, you were after him, he was after someone else.
For you, I became the villain in a story, a story in which you were the heroine,
I never believed in love, but that same thing had me playing cupid for you.
Then, you became his just like he became yours.
But I guess that in the end it was not a loss; I can't lose something that was never mine, can I?
