When I think of her, I think of you.
I know I'll never have her.
She's a wild horse
and you've tamed her.
Congrats.
I'm proud of you.
I really am.
I used to resent you for the fact that she would choose
you over me.
But now I see that I'm the stupid one
For I've been killing destiny.
Why should I hate you
for loving a girl
who won't love back?
Isn't that exactly what I'm doing?
If I can't love her as a lover,
maybe I can still love her as a friend.

Teach me your ways, O mighty Buddha.
Let me walk in your stead.
Maybe someday,
Somehow,
Someway,
Someone will follow me instead.