I stare from the sidelines,
As the one I love departs.
Who was I to think that I'm good enough?
Good enough for her?
She's an angel.
I'm a broken boy.
He's perfect for her.
Not me.
I know.
And I lose hope.
But I can't stop loving her.
Not now, not ever.
At least she's happy.
𝕕𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕗𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕟