I found the right guy, gave him perfect love. It was the right time. Everything was perfect except for one thing. For him, I wasn’t the perfect girl. I wasn’t even close to being the right one. No matter how much I wish otherwise I can’t make him love me. C.R.

What do I have to do to make you want me?
What do I have to do to make you understand?
What do I have to do to make you love me?
But, if I can’t make you love me,
just tell me what do I have to do…
…to forget about you…
Stabbing Westward