You'll probably never read this
And I guess it's for the best
I'm still picking up the pieces
Well, at least the ones that you left

My friends all say I'm crazy
That I should give up and move on
But it's easier said than done
When I've wanted you for so long

Don't think that I blame you
Because really I am at fault
I'm shy, and blended in
And she stood out to you...