if only she could know,
if she could see what's written inside him.
he stayed here all the time.
waiting for her to come back.
he felt numb, as she brushes up his face.
he lied in bed, waking every morning to she that she's away.
fans cooling up the room, morning light shines the room.
he stayed there all the time.
she just left.
leaving a note saying that she doesn't want to be around.
yet he laughed.
remembering all the memories.
gained his trust, love, decreasing loathery.
made, did everything he could to please her.
never really work, as the glove never fit quite right.
found out that she's the pretender.
fucking up with some other fishes.
yet he get,
"i hate you."
and she left.
- he says.
