 | I hate not knowing,
When knowing too much can hurt.
All the signs, all the hints,
All the times that I flirt.
Does she even notice me,
As something more than a friend?
Or am I stuck with just a thought,
Of what we could have been.
Every time a thought of her
Slips into my empty mind,
I get this strange feeling
Deep, deep inside.
This feeling fills
The missing part of my heart.
But I can’t take the feeling
Of being apart.
The terrible nights
Of being alone,
Staring at the ceiling
Still as a stone.
Every couple of seconds
A tear falls to the pillow,
And as soon as it falls
Another one follows.
Each one is a small piece
Of what’s left of my heart,
I find myself alone again
Lost in the dark.
Knowing too much can hurt
Where it counts the most,
But not knowing can leave
A scar that won’t be lost. |  |
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