How can I be happy when the one I love, loved someone else?
Is it always my destiny?
How can I even smile and act like I was too supportive and happy?
When the truth is lost, wrecked, broken and hurt will best define me

Suddenly, I became proud of myself
because I can hide my emotions behind that narrow shelf
Leaving no clues nor negative reactions like an elf
Hiding and hiding it in my unorthodox actions, holding my own breath

Girl, you are so lucky
that you are the one chosen and not me
but let us play the long game of destiny
If he'll end up with you or with me.

I am amazed by him even with all his flaws
I accepted him with all his words and jokes
I noticed him because of things he truthfully shows
I love him for who he really is, that is what I only know.