It just occured to me,
That even though we arent together,
For the holidays, we always seem to be.
New Years, Independence Day and even Christmas eve.

I dont understand what a coincidence this is,
He's my everything, why cant I be his?

Ive seen him everyday for the past year,
Only in the end, to watch him disappear.

I dont understand what a coincidence this is,
He's my reason to live, why cant I be his?

Ive met his most important people,
This is only something a girlfriend would hope for.

I dont understand the difficulty of this,
He's my reason to love, why cant I be his?

I made a deal never to forget the beautiful person he is,
and to never leave him alone to self loathe no matter what he says.

I dont understand why we must always go through this,
In my dark, cold stark-raving sick, sad little world,
he's the glisten that is missing,
Why cant I be his?

He's my sunshine, my undying light.

He's my will to fight, my rescuer in eternal night.

He's my passion, my heart's sustaining ration.

All the things that make me whole, a somber voice to sooth my raging soul.



He revealed his feelings,
for a love that he thinks can never be.
Though Im blinded by endless tears, I comprehend to some degree.
I refuse to give up on him, though he has given up on me.

Although Im defeated by sentiment such as this,
He is still my everything, and I cannot be his.