sick · love

I was trying to get your attention by paying no attention to you. Were you doing the same thing? I'm sorry, it's all my imagination.

I wish I could let you know how I feel about you. I wish I knew what's on your mind. But that's the answer I'll never be able to find out.

We may never see each other again, and there's nothing I can do about that. Is this something supposed to happen? Because good things don't happen to me.