What do you do, when you go from being someones world
to a confused option? I often find my self curled
in my bed late at night, wondering if I am the right selection.
Now I don't know who I am, I look into my reflection
and I no longer see who I once was.
I see someone happy, and strong, because
he has made my eyes open to new possibilities.
Things I never had imagined could be real in my life,
things I thought were to dangerous to think, is now one large strife.

In the end all I want is his happiness, for him to never frown.
To have him live his life with whomever will never let him down.
Someone who can compliment him in every way,
to help him reach his goals, and never ever betray
his love or care. For he is worth every moment spent.
To be this person I would be willing to reinvent
myself. But if I am still not the one for him,
I would be willing to accept that the future is grim.
That I may maybe doomed to be no more then his friend.
This acceptance would be a very bitter end
to the incredible future there very well could be,
but friendship is better then nothing to this devotee.