You are not mine,
But sometimes
I pretend
That you wish you were.

I create this idea
That you secretly
Want me.

And I often forget
It's just something
I've made up.

You do not want me,
And you are not mine.

None of the words seem right without you.

Where do I even start?
You were the apple of my eye.
You were the Maka to my Crona.
Or in the words on non-otakus:
You were the light in a tunnel of darkness.

We had so many good years.
You got me out of my shell.
You were the only one who could calm me down.


You know I didn't even know I loved you until it was too late.
I was away when they gave those letters out.
When I read mine that said I didn't get in, I shrugged it off.
When I heard you got in, I felt stabbed.
I almost cried.

All of a sudden, you were gone.
Some part of me thought I deserved it.
For not being smart enough,
For not being good enough,
For not being  enough

What happened after is history.
History I don't feel like sharing,
'Cause it's ours.

You were my first love really.
I don't think I'll ever get over you,
And I don't think I ever really want to.