I am here,
wondering where you are.
I see you every day
but I can't get enough of you.
You don't know who I am
and you never will.
so I wonder and ask why,
but I'll never get an answer
and I'll never understand that lie.
It's not your fault,
It's mine.
I saw you and I knew,
and I let my feelings of you to go straight to my heart,
and it's painful.
I isolate myself,
because there is no other way
