‎You looked at me with a look of curiosity.

I never wanted to be the one you pushed

away at the end of the story, but with such

bad-luck, look where it got me.

I never meant to string you along like a

puppet, or even lead you on with a kiss,

as much of a slight regret, I still got

pleasure out of it.

I never wanted to be the one you had to

avoid when you walk past, the person you

wish you could take back,

or even a common mistake, a waste of

time, is it sad that I wanna call you mine?

I never wanted to be the one you "thought"

you knew, but the one you knew you

wanted.

I never wanted you to doubt, only if you

would've waited around..