she isn't mine, she never was,
why does she have to be so kind?
she makes sure I never give up.

But my "she" doesn't know I'm alive,
my "she",
makes me want to do more than simply survive.

she knows everyone,
but everyone's not me,
I love,
I love my "she."

A/n: Yes I know I'm using the word "she" wrong. Sorry, if it bothers you. I think it's pretty obvious what this is about.
There's this girl.........