I love you.

I love you. Is what I think when I see you.

I love you. Is what I feel when I talk to you.

I love you. Is what goes through my head why I cry.

I love you. Is what I would like to say – but I don't.

My heart hurts, but I don't know why.

Is it because I love you? Or is it because you don't.

My head hurts, but I don't know why.

Is it because I think too much? Or is it because I think of you.

I feel alone, but I don't know why.

Is it because I'm not there? Or is it because you're not here.

I laugh, but who sees me.

I sigh, but who sees me.

I cry, but who sees me.

I live, but you're not with me.

So I don't.

I love you.

I look at you, and you shine,

but you don't look back,

so I grow dark.

I give you my all, and you shine,

but you don't give back,

so I grow dark.

And my thoughts go play

on the merry-go-round,

while I sit and watch.

And the party goes on,

but I'm already gone,

although I do look back.

I love you.

And I will say it over and over again,

in my head,

where no one can hear it,

but me.

One, two, 3...

It's time,

the curtain falls,

because I had my shot -

and missed.