I'm weak. He could drop me two inches and I'd shatter.
I am just a thing that doesn't matter.
I am not his love, I'm just a friend.
But still I know I'll love him 'til the end.
She is his future, his present, his past.
We're just a game. A game that won't last.
Of all that is perfect, he is the one.
Of all things that burn, my heart is the sun.
I told him that I love him. What the hell have I done?