i hate being foreign with you
my heart aches when you treat me differently
my body wants to scream hey notice me
but we are in completely two different worlds
so, do i have something to complain about?
cause it’s not you, it’s me
it’s not you who should start noticing me
but it’s me, the one to start learning to flee
from the whole ‘why am i the only one to care‘ situation when you never give even a single damn
i query myself twenty-four seven, oh you know that for sure
i loathe myself for always saying hey stop yourself he doesn’t feel the same way
while thinking about you and all the impossible possibilities
stupid of me, to expect more every single day
should reality slap me so i would know that there will never be a way?