The bell rings, and he leaves again,

Still not knowing the truth.

Every time he leaves me here,

I love him more than you.

He lets me go, and I let him pass,

Because I know what's best.

But every time he leaves here,

I love you less and less.

I love him, I want to say,

But I can't do that, not yet.

Even if I wanted to say it

From the day we met.

So the bell will ring, and I'll let him go

Just this one last time.

Then tomorrow I'll stand up,

And finally make him mine.


a/n: If only I could actually do just that...