I thought you were cute, and you thought the same.
Thinking that I would never get the chance to talk to you because I was too afraid.
Then one day, you decide to finally speak up.
Figuring out that you were not the guy I thought you were made me feel sad.
Wondering that if I was different, then maybe things could work out.
I knew from the beginning this was wrong.
We live in two different worlds that would never collide.
You have played with the weak and pretty.
I guess I know who you really are now.
Boy oh boy, you picked the wrong girl.
Because if you actually knew me, you would know that this would never work out for the good.