I listen to the fairy tales a happy person lives,
With butterflies and wedding rings - so many sad what-ifs,
I listen to these thousand songs written about love,
While sitting here and wondering, watching from above.
Once I thought that all that crap would happen to me, too,
Now I know I never will share this luck with you.
But worst it is to see you smile while standing there with me,
Holding my hand, kissing my lips and then touching my knee,
While in my heart it fades away, this silly secret dream,
'Cause you're a girl and I am not - not as I may seem.
And you will never even know this poem is for you,
'Cause you're a girl and I'm not sure - not sure what I shall do.
-An meine erste Liebe.