You told me you realized you didn't love me anymore.
That you begun to only care about me as a friend.

I asked if I did anything wrong.
You said I was perfect.
I asked if we could work things out.
You said no.
I told you that I'd wait for you.
You said don't.
That I'm an amazing guy and person, but I'm going to be that for someone else; someone that can love me.
You said you felt like an awful person.
I consoled you, telling you that you were amazing.

After I tried to hide how bad I was suffering,
Even then I was protecting you.
You still don't know how much I suffered.
How am I to give my love to another when you still have my heart?