I secretly glance at you, hoping you'd be staring back at me. You did. You then made me feel like we could happen with those smiles and laughter we shared that felt so perfect in that very moment.
You told me you like me but I didn't believe you because I know you and your games. I know you don't like me, but you were so good at acting like you really did.
You sat next to me whenever I sat quietly in a corner. You told me things you said you couldn't tell other people, except me. You'd tell me how you wanted to be the first one to message me every night. You touched my nose and laughed, you caressed my hair when I felt sleepy in the morning. You looked at me like I was the finest piece of art. It was so perfect. So right. I thought, "Maybe he really likes me." You showed and gave me so much that I forgot and lost my heart to you somewhere along the way.
You looked at me like I was the finest piece of art. It was so perfect. So right.
But then I heard you liked someone else. It felt bad, so bad but who am I to stop you? I sat back in that corner telling myself to stop looking your way. Yet here you are again, sitting beside me and being wonderful. You stayed near me, close to me. Is it just me or all these things are just part of your game?
You fooled my heart with the sweetest actions.
You never did that to anyone. You fooled my heart with smiles and laughter. I was hurt, but you were also magical. You acted as if the world was yours to play with, and I got fooled by you. When I realized you were playing the game I tried my best to ignore you, ttreat you the way I treat everybody else. I tried my best.
I like you, but I learned my lesson. Sometimes, people's movements can make you either fall hard or break bad. And here I am telling myself not to sugarcoat all your words and movement and swallow it like the sweetest candy when in fact it's a painful drug.