Mean It

You're such a nice person.

You're not ugly, you're not stupid, but you just look down on yourself.

You're actually a sweetheart, and your young heart is still innocent.

That's why you don't know how much I've been into you.

You're just not one of a kind. There's no other like you, for me.

You're always there for me, even if I can't be with you all day because we are so distant.

But however, I know you're there. You're my bestest and I like the way you are.

I won't ask you to do anything or to say something I want.

I won't change a thing. To me, you're everything.

I know I'm maybe lucky to have someone like you.

But I can say that you, maybe, are unfortunate to be destined with me.

I'm not beautiful, I'm not special, and I'm just not good enough.

If you look around, I'll never be like them. I can never be that good, even if I try to.

I never meant anything for you. I had no place in your heart.

I was just someone standing next to you. You never gave me any reason.

People who knew that we were together, they'd think that we were just fine.

And you were too innocent to know what's going on. I couldn't blame you.

But being just fine, it isn't what I ever wanted. I wanted you, not to be just fine.

We both were just completely wrong. You were wrong about yourself, and so was I.

I thought the things we had been though had a meaning.

But it wasn't as meaningful as how I thought it would be.
It was just... meaningless for you.

When you know I take everything seriously, you still take everything slightly.

You've been honest. You never lied, and I know you never would.

You never covered up anything that you feel or you think.

I always knew what you really meant, what you really wanted.

I am just so thankful to have an honest person like you. But still, you don't realize a thing.

You're not sensitive about me and my feelings. You're only sensitive about yourself.

You were never aware, never be alarmed when you softly hurt me.

It still hurts, even if you've never wanted to.
But still you did, and you can never realize it.

I shouldn't tell you things like this, right? But how do I tell you?

You are just not receptive, and I don't know how to express my feelings into words.

It's just too hard, if you want to understand even just a bit.

Only if you could see, I was the silver lining you had never realized.