There he goes again.
Soaking in every word she says.
Does he even notice you're there?
You look for clues as to how you could better yourself,
make yourself more like her.
Maybe then he could learn to love you.
Maybe if you were her.
But you're not.
And changing yourself won't help anything.
Because it will always be her.
And you know that.
Everyone knows that.
You're around him every day but to you it's not enough.
You just want to feel his touch and be able to make him smile.
Like she does.
But don't you see?
You already do.
And he does love you.
Just not like her.
You could have saved yourself you know.
Could have fallen for the hero instead.
But then you'd end up a drunk, and most likely dead.
(I guess that isn't a solution either way.)
You could have fallen for anyone instead.
Why him?
Is it because he was the first to show you kindness in a whole that's crumbling at your feet?
Is it because he was the one to keep your mind off of the hell you lived at home?
Or maybe. Maybe it was love at first sight.
One-sided of course, but was that right?
Does he even know?
Of course not.
He's the only one who doesn't know.
And you wouldn't tell him. Would you?
If it came to your last breath, would you use them to tell him how much he means to you?
You'd probably die for him, wouldn't you.
But for what?
Is there nothing, darling, that you wouldn't do for him?
That's deadly you know.
Pretty little girl, save yourself.
You could've fallen for anyone else.