I can't think of anything to say
I love you for some reason though I know you don't
What a dumb thing to be in, right?
I can't put myself to go to others but you
Even though you can't love me back
Those three words seem to be the only ones that come out of my mouth:
I love you.
I can't hear myself saying them, either.
I'm too scared;
Scared of what they'll say,
Scared of what you would say;
So tell me this:
Why does my head insist on us, given there will never be us?