I see everyone, notice everything,
I observe people who are able to
talk to you, watch you, when I can't,
I get jealous from every single one
of them, I grieve for my inability to
reach you, I know I messed up things
but no one else deserve to own you,
But me, I still want to be your first
and last thought of the day, I still wish to be yours, people keep telling
me that you have moved on, you are
over me, you don't want me
anymore, but there's is a part within
me that's screaming with all of its hope
that you still miss me,
you...