




How many times have you told me you love her?
As many times as I’ve wanted to tell you the truth
How long have I stood here beside you?
I live through you, you look through me
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Your secret admirer, who could it be?
Ooh, can’t you see?
All along it was me
How can you be so blind
As to see right through me?
This is what I find on my computer. My 8 year old little brother.

❝ I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and walking home alone. it gives me time to think and set my mind free. I like eating alone and listening to music alone. but when I see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their best friend, I realize that even though I like being alone, I don’t fancy being lonely. the sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who won’t run away.”