[Her]

When will I find someone who will take care of me?

When I’m weak, miserable, wounded?

When I do have nothing?

When I get myself troubled and can’t get up with my own feet?

When I think of death as an answer to all my questions?

When are you coming?

When will you save me?

Where are you?

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She’s weak, but nobody knows.

She’s heartbroken, but nobody cares.

She’s like someone who had no troubles, but deep inside she’s pained and wounded.

She smiles in front of everyone, but cries when their backs are facing her.

She needs someone, but is that someone even exist?

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[Him]

I was always by her side,

yet she doesn't know my existence.

I pick up the pieces of her shattered heart when she's broken,

but to her, to them, I was just the good guy.

I always catch her when she falls down,

but I'm just the bestfriend who does his duty.

She's inlove with me,

but sadly, in just a friendly kind of love.

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He loves her deeply, cares for her solely,

but those feelings seemed hidden in her eyes, in her heart.

He was in the verge of giving up his one-sided love,

because he knew from the start that he'll just always be the bestfriend,

the brother, the sibling she was deprived of.

But he knew by himself that he'll always try his own way

until she'll say,

"It's You,

It was always you."

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