I’m wasting my time because he’ll never be mine and I know I never will be good enough for him, oh no.
But so many nights now I found myself thinkin about him now.
And how can I win? He keeps draggin’ me in…
Taking all the cheesy impossible-love songs and changing “she” for “he”. That’s my best entertaiment in my first free evening after exams. I hate myself and my immaturity.
