Why is it we love the people we can't have,
And despise the people who love us,
It's a sad and twisted cycle,
Trying o find that special someone,
But they have been there all along.
Never being able to find the One,
Feeling the cold stab of loneliness,
Wanting something you can't have just making it worse,
Men coming and going,
Never here to stay.
Never satisfied,
Never happy,
Nothing less then perfect is good enough,
Picky and restless every single time,
The one person you want so near yet so far,
Your one true love oblivious to how you feel,
Your can't bring yourself to tell him,
But how else s he meant to know,
Your feelings turning into torture,
The burden weighing you down.
The pain forever branded,
If only he knew,
I know i love you but why can't;t i tell you?
Seeing you kills me every time,
Just knowing I can't have you burns deep inside.
Yet now i find out your heart belongs to another,
It cuts so deep but i cannot show it,
You never belonged to me so why the jealousy?
How can i look you in the eyes and not cry,
Nothing will be the same.
I should be celebrating your happiness,
Not crushing it to the ground,
Why the anger?
Why the pain?
