I may have your heart, but it wasn't given.
I loved from the start, knowing it was forbidden.
Your words were empty, just like your soul;
I showered you with love but it fell through a hole.
Through one ear and out the other,
When I try to make a move you always falter.
What do I need to do for you to look at me?
what do I need to say for you to listen to me?
Every step I take forward, you always take a step back.
I'm slowly getting tired, for I don't know what I lack.
Despite the fatigue, I still weep gently at night behind closed doors;
It is not a guarantee, but I hope that one day I would be called yours.