Here I am, alone again
just like before.
I was foolish to think
that this time would be different.
Your intentions confuse me.
I don't know what you want from me
or what you think,
and I can't tell what you feel
or even what you don't.
I look to you for answers,
only to find myself hurt in the end.
Why do you pretend to want me?
With you it's a constant up and down.
Nothing is simple when I'm around you,
but I miss you when you're gone.
I think about you every day,
much more than I should.
I don't even know you,
but the idea keeps me holding on.
I can't do this anymore,
as pain is no stranger.
Yet, what could have been
you may never know
because you don't know me.
