I don\'t even know why I\'m writing these lines
When you don\'t even know you consume my mind
They might be thinking \"Oh, after him she always pines\"
NO! It\'s not THAT! And yet, you consume my mind
And I don\'t know what to do, and I don\'t know how to feel
And for you, it\'s not even that big of a deal
In fact, for you I\'m not even there
Just another mindless formality to bear
And, GOD, I wish you didn\'t even care
Because that would be so much easier to bear
And I am shaky, and I am lost,
While you don’t even know what your actions cost
And you might think I’m a silly little girl
That is naive and young and utterly dumb
And even if I am- you are no great earl
For whom my anger has to numb
And you are not aware, and you know nothing,
About the anger in my heart that’s actively churning
And I wish I didn’t even spare you a glance
While you enjoy with her a perpetual romance
I won’t envy you two for it, come on, why would I?
Let’s be honest, we both know I don’t lie
You think for a love letter I pour out everything I got?
You think for you, I’d be someone I’m not?
You think I’ll return your precious little bag?
For which my heart was reduced to a rag?
Well, I will! But I wish I couldn’t care
About what you thought to be so fair
And I wish I didn’t smile or laugh at what you said
And I wish I knew why you keep running through my head
And you’re not that special, and you’re not that kind,
So I guess I’ll never know why you consume my mind