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Come with me,
And you'll be in a world of pure imagination
Is it selfish? Is it selfish of me to be thinking of these stuff? Is it selfish of me to want to take back what I've accomplished? I know he's happy… he's with her… I helped him get to where he is… but I want to take it back.
It hurts. Is it selfish to say that when you were hurting… I was hurting even more? While you were crying to me about how you had no chance with her… I was crying deep inside for even thinking I even had a chance with you.
I want to take it back. I want to undo everything, make sure she never knew how you felt about her so you'll still be with me. I want the past back.
This key I hold in my hand, I can easily use it to make things go as I wish. But it's selfish isn't it? I should be using it for the greater good. I should be using it to help prevent horrible things from happening, but isn't what's happening to me also horrible?
The way I drove myself into this corner of unrequited love. I can take it back right? It was my decision after all… so I have every right to undo it.
This isn't all just my imagination, right? I have a chance with you if I just change fate to where I want it to go, right?
It's selfish, but I deserve to be happy too. Even if it's only by chance and a hope my imagination comes to reality.
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"Oy, wake up, idiot." My eyes immediately shoot open, I sit up from my desk and look around. I was in class during lunch. Harley sat next to me with a sour look on his face, he had that crumpled piece of paper in his hand and looked like he wanted to cry.
