• Why were you even there?
    When I was so lonely, so meek, and unfit for life,
    Why were you the one to save me from my own despair?
    I'm thankful of you, you are my goddess.
    Is that not strange, that I think of you so highly?
    Honestly, your opinion matters, I'd wish you would tell me everything,
    I wish I really mattered.
    Those times we walked together around our school,
    Those times we spoke our words, friends we were.
    And I feel happy, that I knew you, that my existence knows you.
    And I'm happy, whenever you speak, it was warm and soft.
    I liked those days, they never escaped my walls,
    Those pleasant blissful memories.
    Even if we parted different paths, time wearing our friendship down.
    Yet that special spark, our times deeply etched, sowed even,
    Into the confines of my heart, never died, never did.
    Even when you found someone who stole your heart,
    You still always had mine.
    Never knowing my heart was near you,
    Never knowing I felt the spark of love,
    Only for it to grow sick, watching you away from it and me.
    Dieing softly and shedding tears, wanting you here,
    By my side, your soft skin.
    By my mind, your tender life and strong emotions hidden so slyly.
    And by my heart, awaits what will never come, your body, your soul, both dreams.
    That sick men like me could never protect, could never please, and never own.
    So why were you there, those days, implanting the sickness?
    No fault of yours, but my fault alone.
    Asking why you were there, translated,
    Is to simply ask, why can I not forget,
    When remembering kills me more then love can ever restore.