• As I sit here alone and sallow in pain
    I realize that I sallow in vain
    It does me no good to cry over you
    Though each word that I wrote was wholly true
    I love you so much that it actually hurts
    and I couldn't decide which one would be worse
    you hating me and thinking that I was a freak
    or you pitying me like I'm dumb or I'm weak
    and also as these words materialize
    I can only think of the blue of your eyes
    And it makes me see how selfish I am
    To want more than anything you for my man
    Because if you're happy, won't that be enough?
    I need not to worry bout that other stuff
    Because to truly love someone is to put them first
    Even if doing so's what hurts you the worst