My Anger, my fears, me.

My phone isn't ringing 

And you are so judgmental about everything

About me and my fears, but you have yours

I criticize her actions, but I don't want to see that I do the same

I just do it

When you do something that reflects my actions, it irritates me more than anything else

Im 15, seating in my coach,

You are beside me, watching TV

Im trying to talk to you

But you have something better than me.

I expected to be the best thing you ever had in your life

But I was not, I am not...and I won't be.

And all the illusion that was created

All the feelings involved

All is dead

I can't be special to someone else

Just because I was not to you...

That love that you didn't give to me 

I can't have from anybody else anymore

I don't believe that I'm special 

That I will be special to my special the one

I don't believe that I'm good enough

That I will be good enough to my special the one

And the coach is not in my living room anymore

You are not there

We can't go back there

And what Am I supposed to do with all this questions?

To who should I ask?

You cry

You lost

And I feel sorry 

I cried

I lost

And you were watching TV.