It's as if I want to hate you,
And I might even say it to myself.
But at the same time,
I'm saying I love you too much.

Sometimes I'll think that I don't want this pain.
At the same time I'll know that I like it.
I like how it feels,
how it stings,
How it burns.
At least I'm feeling something,
That I think could be love.
But it's only one sided,
So how can I tell.

I'll tell you how it goes.
I love you,
I think of you,
I miss you,
I want to talk to you.
When you don't reply,
Even if you've been online,
About 15 thousand times,
You'll take another 24-48 hours.
Then I want to not like you anymore.
Even though you still haven't done anything.
It just slaps me once again,
That you will never feel the same.
But it can be a nice feeling,
So I cling onto it,
Thinking that it's worth it.
The most it's done for me is cause pain.

But then you're face.
It brightens my day.
But that also makes my heart break.
How many times can a heart be broken?
And this is only by one person,
Who hasn't done anything to break me.

No one can break me.
No ones broken me.
I'm not some object.
I am a real person.
I have real feelings,
But are these real?
Well I don't know.
I haven't had the chance to find out.
If you saw me, the way I see you...
Oh silly me that could never be!

What am I here for?
What do I care?
It's not like I deserve you.
It's not like I've always been there.
If you were by my side, though,
And you needed me,
Then I would bow down to your feet.
No, not literally.
But I would be there.
I would help.
I would do whatever I could.
You should realise that.
I bet you know.

None of that,
none of this.
Could possibly change any given thing.
I know I can't just write,
And make you feel things.
I know I can't just love,
And expect the same from you.
I don't.
I won't.
Oh, and you never will.
Basically, what I'm saying is:
You feel how you feel.
This is what it is.
This is not what it's not.

You and me.
We seem to be two different things.
Regardless of this,
I continue to dream.
I don't expect you to change your view.
I know how you feel about me.
You know how I feel about you.
Now there's not much left to say or do.
I'll just keep myself here.
Apparently this is what I do.
I sit here,
I sit here.
And I wait for you.