When i realized there's no fairytale you, i left that thought behind me.
I started to think about if i even liked you.
The one that always makes sure you're in front, and im behind you.
The one that runs away when i asked for help, but still say things like "i'm right beside you" and "i'm gonna climb this one with you".
The one that constantly disappoint me, leave me hanging, and then preach about how its not right to fight you.
I'm angry that i let myself think so bright about you.