I committed a crime, a love that's forbidden. I already fell before I even knew it. Though I tried to fight it, fake it, joke it out, it's too deep.
It doesn't matter if it's not us, I don't care what they say, you don't even have to love me. All I really want is a shared moment, with that I'm happy.
It hurts at times, but these are all my doings. Who am I to complain? I indulged myself with petty moments and magnify it to grandiose fantasy. Isn't that just crazy?
One thing is for sure, I have to keep myself together before I lose control and breach my limit that'll eventually break our ties.
That would be a nightmare.
