Tell me . . .
Is it wrong to love someone as much as I love you?
The things I feel are the things you don’t
Of those lonely nights, where are you?
I only need you by my side
To comfort and to hold
Always and forever
Under the bright shinning stars
Is it possible that you have liked me?
Not even a chance that you’ve glanced at me?
Not even a thought of us together
And not even a picture of us, ever
But tell me why you feel that way?
My love for you is true and pure
Yet you’ve left me without a cure