"More than anything in the world, I wanna be with her."

Her. Not me.

He made me fly with a kiss and a touch, and cut my wings with those words.
The fall is long and windy.

We ended up with three broken hearts.
But mine's the only one still alone. They have each other now.
All I have is pain and jealousy.
And the looks on their faces while I'm around.
They don't mean to hurt me, but it's enough just to see them together.
To see the love shining out of them, the kind that's not meant for me.
To see him stroking her hair, like he once did to me.

Once again, I feel like I'm the mistake, the second option,
the one to go to when there's nothing better to get.
The one who doesn't deserve to be loved.
Doesn't deserve to be happy.

I still yearn for him.
My skin screams for his touch.
The false hope keeps me alive
but eats up my sanity inside.
A moment of bliss was all I got,
now my heart bleeds with sorrow.
I want to cry all the time
but when I could, there's no tears left.

In a dream, I cut my wrists
and showed him the pain I feel.
While awake, I have to keep smiling
I need to stay strong for all those I love.
A broken heart needs time to heal
and the goodbyes make me cry
but I treasure every moment spent with him
and never will regret.