They never know how it feels. They only can judge me, pretending like they know everything. They act like they’re the only one who know what’s the best for me. They told me to do what they really want me to do. But still, I don’t care.
They blame you for everything that you did to me. They insult me for everything I do, for I still wait for you.
They keep calling me a dreamer, for wanting you back. They keep labeling me as the most silly girl, for loving you. But still, I don’t care. They never know how it feels yet they won’t know it.
I love you for who you are. I love every part of you. And I know, I fell in love with you because of a million tiny things, you never knew you were doing to me.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that you are there, in everything I am, in everything I’ve ever done, and when I’m looking back, I know that I should have told you. You really should know how much you’ve always meant to me.
I guess what I’m trying to say is this simply, you are here, in everything I always dream about. You are here since you are my everything.