Sometimes I wonder why I'm so paying attention to people who never appreciate me as much as I appreciate him.
The mirror is like I'm keeping the grass with all my heart, and there's a whole bunch of flowers I can decorate.
It is so weak that this heart is too hopeful for something impossible, but it is obviously clear that I am not the one.
Tired of the effort, not only am I disappointed in myself, why do I keep crying for hope?? while his mouth does not fall nervous about saying his heart "I'm not his choice."
Why would I be disappointed when she's happy, even my old words were to see her happy. That's all I can't erase my taste of liking.
Every night I pray that this friendship will remain. Even though I realized the more the day she'd get away from me. If it doesn't because of my attitude, it might be because of me.
I'm tired of this game. I've eaten by words and promises. But it's okay because I still have a heart. I'll be there for him to talk troubles.
At least I could cut her grief. I'm glad he still trusts me.
But unfortunately, he was lying, and then I pretended to not know. I mean, I've been talking about her, but there were others, too, he leaned back.
And unfortunate not the thief.
Day by day, it's clearly the happiness in her heart a bloom. I just watched and harvested sweet to smile. And on the other side of my smile, frozen in the passage of frozen.
I'm not a good-looking man. This is why I have no attention. But I know within myself hidden a very loyal piece of meat on the chosen one. That's my heart. My heart gave up pretty quickly. Love Passives. And plead guilty.
And then I understand that there are people who choose shapes, some who judge the impression of heart. Be no sensible to you, if you look, you keep your eyes on. But if you break a thousand, accept that you will be disliked.
It looks like I'm the one being played.
