I was so scared to tell you how I feel but I managed to.

When I told you how I felt about you,

You rejected me.

But I think I know the reason.

You were too afraid of what the other boys may think about you

But you never cared about what I thought about you or how I felt about you.

Being asked by a girl is not a sin or an embarrassment you know

But why the hell do I even bother telling you my feelings?

But little did you know how I’m breaking while you fall asleep

Little did you know that I’m trying to pick myself up, piece by piece

Maybe it’s better to commit suicide and be free from this pain.