Exist, a word that hurts every fan girls feelings
Yes it hurts, why? Because he doesn’t even know you’re alive
Are we over reacting? Maybe yes, but that’s love
Not the type of love that everyone knows

You know him but he doesn’t know you
You love him but he loves you as a Fan
You know all the facts about him but he doesn’t even know a single fact about you

There are times that he will be rumored on having a relationship with the other idols or other girls out there
It hurts, it hurts us fan girls feelings
To the point that, how you wish to be that girl, how you wish, but that wish will just remain in your mind not in your heart
But who are we, to be hurt?
We are not in the proper place to be hurt nor do we have the right to be jealous or hurt? No we don’t.
Because yeah, we are just his FANGIRLS
FANGIRLS, F-A-N-G-I-R-L-S
8 letters, 2 syllables, different meaning
You know what? Cut the beat
He will never know you; he will never understand you and he will never love you like how you do, because we’re miles away from him MILES
Does it hurt? Its okay you chose that, we chose that, we chose to be his FANGIRL we have to convict it
In fact, we should be proud being a FANGIRL,
A fangirl that is willing to love, support, understand and accept all his flaws because that’s the only thing we can do to show our love for him
And yes, I’M IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T EVEN KNOW I EXIST.

For you I could pretend that I'm happy even though I'm dying inside.
For you I could pretend that I'm strong even though I'm hurt all the time.

I thought I love you for a good cause.
I changed eveything for you.
I became quite unsure if who I was.
When I look at my reflection, I ask "Who are you?"

I don't even know myself, molded a pretty lie for you.
Love? What is love? It's untrue.
I'm so sick of this fake love.
I'm so sorry but it's fake love.

A sound full of unfamilliarity,
Can this world be full of posterity?
Have I lost myself or,
Have I gained you.

Is this pain what I feel?
If I'm alone, is this real?
My agonizing phantom is still the same.
What was I supposed to do back then?

tell me if this is really how it's supposed to be.
there's withering flowers hanging from my ceiling that remind me of you.
i've forgotten my voice without you.
it doesn't have to be this way right?
the rain up the road follows me home and taunts me with thunder that makes me feel alone.
i see your face in my ceiling fan and when i'm trying to sleep at 4am,
i can hear your voice echo in my hallways.
tell me if this is really how it's supposed to be.