I guess this will always be the way between us.
I’m invisible in you eyes and you’re all that I can see.
I can’t live without you and yet you fail to exist at all.
And do you want to know what hurts the most?
I’ve finally admitted to myself that you’re everything to me.
And i? I’m surely nothing to you.
Because in the first place, there’s no you.
You only exist as far as my imagination can go.