I've known you for a while now,
I really want to be with you.
I just don't know how,
And I don't think you want to.
You think I have an obsession.
It's not an obsession over you.
It was caused from depression,
Because my love for you is true,
I've learned that you don't love me,
And I don't know what to do.
All I know is that it hurts to see,
How much I want you to.
I kinda hope one day,
I'll work up enough courage,
To say what I want to say,
And not be too discouraged.
I'm telling you this,
To finally let it all out.
This may get me dissed,
But it's better than living in doubt.
