At times I feel amazing,
Like when you turn to smile my way.
At times I feel like ****,
Like when I sense no emotions behind
The words you say.

I guess its because I miss you,
That my heart worries if
You miss me too.
And I guess its because I need you,
That when you’re away, I feel alone
And bruised.

Maybe this is envy,
Or maybe I’m afraid of a sudden truth.
However, I’m sure I know the reason.
It is because I’m in love,
And I will endure this suffering for you.