I know you're depressed but I won't care.
I know you're yearning for someone to talk your feelings to but I won't be there.
I know you're in trouble but I won't ask what's wrong.
Because I'm not the one you want to see, not the one you want to talk to, not the one who you can talk out your troubles to, not the one to care for you, and definitely not the one who could be there for you.
I'm sorry, I'm constantly reminding myself while staring at what you've wrote, and telling myself, "Not me, it's someone else."
Whatever I've heard last night, yeah it's just a dream.
Doesn't prove anything that I meant a thing to you.
Even so, things have changed now.
For the better or for the worst, I don't know.
I just want to tell you that my heart has never been changing ever since.
I couldn't be the one helping you up when you fell.
Couldn't be the one soothing your pain.
Couldn't be the one to do anything good.
I'm an idiot. That's why you hated me.