If he tells me that he loves me
I’ll tell him I did, too, before
Because now I have given up entirely
And stopped knocking on his door.
It took some time to realize
That not everything will go my way
But even if his kindness was just a lie
I still yearn to see him each day.
All that I ever wanted to know
Was what he saw in those eyes
Which, when laid upon me, show
A feeling as cold as ice.
It was a feeling only he could bring
And, back then, if he had asked me
I would tell him he is everything
The only person I ever wanted to see.