Why torture myself
When I could just as easily
Do what you’re doing
There’s something that is
Keeping me from telling you
That I love you
That I want you
That I need you
I hate it
Sometimes, I try to hate you
But it never works
So I continue to watch you get
Who you want
Listen to you talk about the people
You’re seeing, you’re pursuing, seducing,
All the while wanting it to be me
Knowing that unless I tell you
It never will be
And when I do
I’ll lose you
Maybe that’s for the best
Maybe, then I’ll be able to rest
I’ll let you go and forget all about you
Live a life that doesn’t revolve around
You
And when that happens a part of me will die
But another, stronger part will be borne
Survival without you will be bareable
But will that matter...?