Pinning my tongue to my cheek
with needles of ice and strife,
I grow weaker every week
Thinking of my dead life.

Happiness is all I vie for
with the strength of thousands of men
................

my mind is too boggled with emotions to rhyme,
and as it turns out, it's a waste of time

she's not going to read me, or want me, or find
that I'd give up everything for the sake of her mind

what she never will quite understand
is that I'll never leave her, let go of her hand

even as a friend if I'm doomed to stay,
I'll be happy for the sake of today

cause it means she'll be happy, and that's quite a lot...
and mine's nothing in compare. With hers? It's not.