Is it okay to like you?
After all, this is all just in my head right? Hormones and my genetics...
You know what one divided by twenty is? That's what they're saying I am.
Just the five percent in the world that was born a defect.
And it hurts, my body tells me to be around you, to see your smile more clearly than anyone else-
My mind tells me that I like you, I can't help but like you.
I'm scared, actually. I want to tell you before I go, but would you still stick around knowing I feel this way?
If I'm happy around you, can it be said that you would feel the same?
I won't ever know since I can't confess my feelings-
With you asking me about whether or not I have a girlfriend.
So I'll just say that I was unlucky and the five percent got to me.
Sorry for being born.