UnrequitedWhen I look at you,My heart swells.Even when I don't,And all I see is your Text,I can't help but smile.But your wordsHold no comfort.I cannot see my feelingsMirrored in your eyes.Unrequited.Is all that leaves my lips.For though it is an exaggeration,I am dying,and that is the only wordI am able to say.Because "Love" hurts too much.And if such a word does pass my lips,I am afraid that word will make you will hate me.And never love me in return.Only I know;You will never "Love" me.You can never "Love" me.And that is why "Love"Hurts So Much.
A Sorrowful ThingTo say "good-bye"Is a sorrowful thing.It is filled with tearsFor one party or another.Your words spill your fearsIn hazardous disarray.You love but you don't.You hate but you can't.Your tears fallBut not in public.Your heart breaksBut no one hears.Why do you say this?Why can't you explain?"I am in love."So you love me?"I do not."You love another?"Never.""I am with someone."Who?"I cannot say."Why?"It will hurt you."Why do you care?What does it matter I feel?"I love you."What?"I miss you."But"I want to be with you."To say "Good-bye"Is a sorrowful thing.It is filled with tearsNot much happiness can it bring.Your words spill confusing spinsThat make me dizzy for my flight.Which way was I to go?Where was I to go?I turn the way I wish.On a path away from you.I must say "Good-Bye"So I may move on.Good-Bye My dearest friend.May life, laughter, and loveBe dominant in a lifeWithout me in it.
Can You See?Can you see,Behind my facade?Can you see,Behind my sorrow?Can you see what I see?Do you see my tomorrow?Look into my eyesDo you see death there?They've condemned my soul.Let others know whereNot to look.My heart is incomplete.My words;No longer a haven.I breathe through my lips,Through every pore;To know if it's you.I cry behind these eyes,I cry within my soul;Every time it is you.Can you see,Behind my facade?Can you see,Behind my sorrow?Do you see what I see?Do you see my tomorrow?Am I condemned to die-In this forsaken hole?When your face is in sight-From the muddy place;Where I sit-When I see your soul,I cry behind these eyes,I cry within my soul.For I will never be,As pure as thee.This here soul is tainted.Beyond any kind of relief.But please, can you not see?Behind my facade?Behind my sorrow?I hope you can see.I hope you can see,The girl I used to be.