Disclaimer- NONONONONO! I don't own Foolish Gamess or Soul Eater! What? Are you brain dead or somthin'?

You took your coat off and stood in the rain,
You're always crazy like that.
And I watched from my window,
Always felt I was outside looking in on you.

The rain pounded the ground as the two of us walked slowly in the torrential downpour. He held my hand and I shivered; not quite from the cold, but from the heat of his touch. He shrugged off his coat and slung it over my shoulders and gave me a lopsided grin. The tips of his spiky hair were drooping from the water. Every puddle we passed reflected its bright whiteness and his crimson red eyes.

You're always the mysterious one with
Dark eyes and careless hair,
You were fashionably sensitive
But too cool to care.
You stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather.

His strong, silent personality, spiked white hair, dark red eyes and "cool complex" along with his Death Scythe ranking, had earned him a fan club. The girls went crazy wherever we went... absolutely irritating. He was fashionable I guess, but he really didn't care. He was way too "cool" for that.

Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees, and...

And did Soul Eater Evans realize that I was heart-burstingly in love with him?
No... Of course not.

These foolish games are tearing me apart,
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.
You're breaking my heart.

He toys with me and he teases me. He doesn't mean a word of what he says but he still says it. Things like "tiny-tits" and "fat ankles" are insulting... Seriously.

You're always brilliant in the morning,
Smoking your cigarettes and talking over coffee.

She's such a morning person. She is more switched on in the morning than when we get home after school. She is hyped up and rearing to go at times when I can't even manage to get my shirt on the right way.

Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you.
You loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones

She thinks Baroque was a pretty cool period. With all the painting and crap. I guess the music back then was kinda cool too. She likes Mozart even though she doesn't know a single thing about a piano.

As I clumsily strummed my guitar.
You'd teach me of honest things,
Things that were daring, things that were clean.
Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean.
I hid my soiled hands behind my back.
Somewhere along the line, I must've gone
Off track with you.

She likes listening to me play the guitar. I know she listens when I practice, even though she pretends to sit quietly and read on the other end of the couch. She has done things that no-one else in the world can do... Such as:
A) make me cook
B) make me clean my room (occasionally)
C) make me fall in love with a stupid/smart person (she totally does not have the slightest clue about my feelings for her)

Well, excuse me, guess I've mistaken you for somebody else,
Somebody who gave a damn,
Somebody more like myself.

When I first moved in with Maka Albarn she was nice, really nice. Until I got to know her better. The first five minutes; she didn't give a damn about what I did. She was acting cool. Then I realize she had been awake all night due to her father begging her not to leave. After she got a little rest she returned to normal. The complete opposite of me. But that was okay... Because sometimes... Opposites attract.

You took your coat off,
Stood in the rain,
You're always crazy like that.