I can’t understand.
No matter, how much I want to.
I wish I could change myself.
Why did we stop talking like we used too? Why can’t you want me the way I want you?Why can’t you be my sweetish girl?
If I was this; would you tell me, you rather that?
If I was that; would you tell me, you prefer this?
How can I have self respect? When I’m obsessed with you.
I desperately chased after you. Notice the past tense.
You straight up told me, “I don’t like you that way.”
I gave up going after you. I wish I could understand, why you don’t want me.
Of course I left. I had to leave.
You don’t want me.
Then you came back and smiled at me.
You don’t want to be my sweetish girl.
I can’t understand you.
No matter, how much I try to.
I wish you would be my sweetish girl.
Of course, I do miss you.
However, there is no way you will ever be my sweetish girl.