To The Man Who Controls Time

Love it when you cry,

Cry because of your fears of many things.

Things you thought to harm you,

you who possess a very beautiful soul.

Soul that caught the heart of millions of girls,

Girls that love you more than you thought.

Thoughts beyond your imagination,

Imagination I suffer every night.

Nights I spend thinking of you,

You whom I learn to love more,

More to the extent of too much,

Much more than a fan should do.

Do I have to stay here forever,

Forever loving you without you knowing it?

It hurts. Really hurts.

Hurts my soul and my heart,

Heart I offer to the unreachable man.

Man, even its impossible to be mine, with all my heart I love.