But, You Might Never Love Me.

Who was I to think that you would ever love me too?

I told you, finally, just how I felt and with what you said you might as well have told me to take my feelings and go get fucked.
It's not even your fault, you never asked for this.
And while neither did I, I never had to make it your problem so maybe that was selfish of me.

So here I am, apologizing to you for handing you my heart to break, because this was all my fault.
I wish I could just take it all back now.
I know I had to say it, I know I couldn't keep on like I was.
Wondering and hoping.

The worst part is that I know you felt a spark.
It hurts me the most to know how you could have felt the same way too, if you let it.
That's why things have to be this way.
Why we can't just be friends instead.
You're going to be focused where you're focused, and I'll be focused on you.

Maybe I should be happy that you don't want that for me.
I should recognize that you care enough about me to not have me standing out in the rain for you.

I just wish that you had given me this the first time I asked and not let me get so far.
I had to fuck up and go and fall in love.
I don't think that you thought it would get this far, maybe you don't realize quite how far it's gotten?

I think I fucked up. I think I fucked up. I think I fucked up. I think I fucked up. I think I fucked up. I think I fucked up big time...