זה בסדר עוד לא קרה שילד מת מרעב בפולין.

That moment it was as if I was struck by lightning

It suddenly hit me; he was way too good for me.

I was as far as I could from being the right girl for him.

I wasn't innocent or kind or even nice, I'm a bad person.

I cheat and lie.

I'm a snake.

I don't think I could be more rotten than I am.

I don't think anyone could be.

I can't appreciate a thing.

It hurts.

I wish I could be all he needed, wanted.

I'd rather just except it silently instead of trying to change

Cause after all a crooked stem can never Straighten

So I might be in love or at least almost in love.

But what does it matter?

It is final.

At least that's what I'm telling myself.

Just let it go.

But since when letting go is

So hard?

I remember since when. 

tell them what I hoped would be impossible.