Unrequited?
Why do you love me? I wish that I knew.
Coz I could then echo these feelings for you.
I’m obviously foolish, this I can see,
I think that I love you, I know you love me.
But still I refuse you, I think I know why,
You could do so better, you know that’s no lie.
I treat you so childish, and tease you all day,
But as I can see it, there’s no other way.
If I were to see you, we’d be fine, for a bit,
Then commitment would freak me; I’d treat you like shit.
If we were to break up, it would be a shame.
It all would be my fault; I would be to blame.
I’d offer no reasons; I simply would go,
But still I’d have feelings, and no one would know.
I then know I’d hate all the things that I’d done,
But then we’re apart, and I’d wish we were one.
I’d try to say “Sorry, - Are you still my friend?”
If your answer was “No!” Then my world would just end.
