To the boy...

who stole my heart,
who made it love,
but who also made it crack

who mended it,
who destroyed it,
who made it love again
but broken it once more

you knew how much you meant to me
yet you never fully understood my heart
you knew how much it felt for you
yet you never fully appreciated its presence

to the boy who couldn't really see
but claims he can see
whose mind can never really be read
yet tries to read everybody else's

can't you not see that the grass is indeed greener
can't you not see that loving one person
is enough to fulfill a lifetime of love
can't you not feel that the ocean is calmer
all because you know you have that one person
who has all that love for you

yet...

unrequited love
goes unpaid
goes unrewarded
only pain survives
only heartache remains

why dear boy why
explain yourself I say

past heartaches are never forgotten
but remembering the good times
keeps the heart and mind sane
past loves build character
into what may be a beautiful person
just don't let that heartache
that pain, that sorrow
overwhelm you, overtake you

i don't know what else to say
i don't know what else to do
i don't know how to feel
i don't know who else to see
i don't know...
i really don't know...