I see you staring at me,
but you never truly see,
why I love you, oh, so much,
when you’re so out of touch.
Feelings that we could have shared,
you flung behind without a care.
It seems so hard to let you go,
and the process is so slow.
I don’t know whether I should stay,
and waste another day away.
I do know, though, that all this pain,
will soon drive me insane.
You don’t feel me loving you,
and you just can’t seem to get a clue.
You don’t see me cry inside,
and in you I know I can’t confide.
Yet still I find that you are blind,
to things meant to be kind.
You know nothing of my fears,
and are unaware of all my tears.
I know I really can’t deny,
things I feel as I look you in the eye.
So who will help me make it though?
Who will tell me what to do?
How come every time I see your face,
for me there’s never any space?
Maybe someday you’ll see me differently,
so until then, I’ll be waiting silently.