my first love didn't think of me as his first love.
he spitted and walked over my grave,
winning the game.

my first friend in high school didn't think of me as her first friend.
she told me to be happy,
yet got impatient when it was hard for me to breathe.

the boy who saved me didn't think of me as the girl who saved him.
he gave me a coat to put on when it rained,
but now he's trying to take it back.

i don't think of myself as the person i thought i was.
i used to have pride and a sense of belonging for my body and soul,
but i don't mind being shot right in the head now.

i think life didn't turn out the way i wanted it to.