There was something about him,
Something that made you just want to see him succeed,
And you never really knew why you were always pulling for him,
There were times when he failed,
He'd get this look of despair on his face,
He bit his lip,
He cursed to himself,
But the most capturing thing was that look of his,
That I gave my all, and failed look,
That same look tore you down to your very bones.
I watched him rebuild himself,
He would get so frustrated with himself,
I wanted to assure him that everything would work out,
But it was useless,
He only believed things he could see,
And he never seemed to see himself,
He never believed in himself.
Then there were these times when he succeed,
I'd just watch him grin all over himself,
His smile seemed a mile wide,
Those dimples would appear in his cheeks,
But he'd never speak a work about what he'd accomplished,
When you ever brought it up, He'd get embarrassed,
He never thought he did anything worth praising,
The thing is,
I don't ever think he realized that everybody was praising him,
No matter what he ever did,
I don't ever thing he realized that no matter what he did,
I was in love with him,
And I don't ever think he realized it.