Loving alone
And cannot do anything about it.
Loving alone
And getting frustrated.
They said I can make my own happiness.
That nothing can't become mine without eagerness
That I hold it. That I could control it
That I made it. That I could manipulate it.
They said I was pretty.
They said everyone loved me.
But they lied. Everyone was it not?
How can the one I love loved me not?
The reserved and strong,
The beautiful face,
That seemed in heaven he belonged,
The mere presence that could amaze
He could not be mine.
Destiny was like Hitler with his nein.
How could this be
That who he love isn't me?
Do you really love another?
What does she have that I don't?
But I guess it doesn't really matter
After this, even look at me, you won't.
Was I just too late?
Was it really fate?
All of me, you can hate.
For what it's worth, know that to me you'll always be great.
