I know I always say I'd do anything to hold him,
but sometimes I just don't know.
If I ever got that chance, I don't think I'd be able to,
knowing that sooner or later, I'd have to let go.
I would never do that,
I could never do that.
I wouldn't even dare to try.
What would be the point?
I know what it'd come down to: me left alone to cry.
But what hurts the most is that he'll never know.
He'll never realize that I think of him in the morning, I dream of him at night,
each morning I wake up knowing things will never be alright.
Every minute of the day, and every second in between,
every time I close my eyes, he's the only thing I see.
He doesn't know how much I want him, he'll never ever see...
he doesn't know that I miss him even when he's next to me.
He doesn't know that when I see him a million thoughts go through my head...
memories, regrets, and words that were better left unsaid.
He doesn't know the things I'd do, he doesn't know what I'd give up,
he doesn't know how it feels to know none of that will ever be enough.
He don't know how it feels when he looks at me, knowing for that one second I was on his mind,
he don't know that no matter what I do, in the end it's him I find.
He doesn't know that when I look at him I never want to blink,
he doesn't know that when I'm around him, it's hard for me to even think.
I try so hard not to think of him, but I always do.
He'll never ever understand all he's put me through.
He doesn't know how I feel in his arms or when he holds my hand...
this is what hurts the most, but he'll never understand.
