You don't get it, do you
The reason you feel this way
The hurt you have
The pain you feel
All of this, is because of you
Yourself, not anyone else
You linger in the past
The past sensations
Of him against your skin
His feel, his touch, his voice
His heart that he once let you near
You let him in before, yes
But would you again?
He hurt you, you know
You hurt him, too
The fault and guilt you will feel
Forever, it's stuck with you
Don't let go just yet
Your mind is gone, yes
But your soul still remains
Time may heal all wounds
But does time know how to
Heal you?
For you are much past a wound
You have become nothing
And how can something
Heal nothing?

Don't sit there and pretend
That you don't notice me, noticing you
I wait with agony
Maybe not agony, but intense want
As you come around again
This is all very new to me
It is all very strange
You don't know, for example
That I wrote about you

Is it so wrong for me to think
Constantly, about you? Perhaps
I don't want to, trust me
You don't seem to want me
But when you do, oh when you do
It makes me happier than ever
Maybe that is a reason
That I wrote about you

It is true that I don't know
I don't know how you feel
But, maybe that's a good thing
Rejection is impossible
It hurts more than a bullet
Perhaps I'm just acting weird
I sometimes think that myself
But it still doesn't explain the fact
That I wrote about you