You said that you like me.
I like you too,
as a friend.
You know that i love someone else.

You hate me (i guess)
You dont even want to see my face when we were passing by.
Why?
We are still friends right?

I like you now...
Am I too late?
I know you always looking at me secretly.
Maybe we can be together?
Or at least you know that i like you too.

I know everything is going to be okay when my friends say that i like you.

But its not,
You looked so unhappy and didn't care at all.

And then, we accidentally met at the school gate
You looked like going to tell what's going on to your best friends
I was shaking...
And still...
You dont even want to look at my face

I understand now.
You hate me even more...
Right?
Right.

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