It seems that time and time again,
all I can be is just a friend;
To those on who's opinions,
it seems my thoughts depend.
Eagerly I listen to, their deepest fears
and heart's desires;
As, to the end of pleasing them,
my feeble mind conspires.
I sacrifice my safe indiff'rence,
to keep my hopes alive;
All while wishing that
reciprocation will arrive.
Blind eyes I turn to every sign
that this will never come;
The blaring sound of this fact,
I reduce to a hum.
Until the point where my denial,
can't be justified;
When all that's left for me to say is
"well, at least I tried."
Then's the time to move forward,
into the next frontier;
Even though each time I try,
I'm burdened with more fear.
Maybe, one day, I'll find the one,
who's equally devout;
And pray that they will have the pow'r,
to remove all my doubt.
For now, it seems, all there's to do,
is keep my eyes ahead;
Since if I focus on the past,
I'll surely lose my head.