The ones you love will never love you back. By loving them, you only burden your heart. You realize that they\'re tearing you apart, And you tell yourself, \"I\'m never going back.\" Sadly, in a few days, you\'ll go back, Bleeding out your heart. You\'ll never stop, and that\'s the painful part.
The letters I sent With time, well spent Were never replied, not even resent, I dared to give the love I lacked, Knowing fully well that on me, there would be a negative impact.
I sacrificed my time and space For someone who wouldn\'t spare a glance at my face. The tears I shed for them in the dark Could flood a neighborhood park.
When we talked,it was beautiful. After they stepped up, I became invisible. They, among the rest who never knew them, became divisible. Their plan for fame finally proved itself feasible.
It was the beginning of the end, When I told them how I felt. The party had come to an abrupt end. In the heat of the moment, I began to melt.
My love always grows at an alarming rate. In the end, it gets trampled upon, Retiring in faith to it\'s fate. These things have my thoughts dwelt upon, Even unto this date.
The ones I\'ve loved have never loved me back. By loving them, I shattered my frail heart. They didn\'t know that they had torn me apart. I said I was never going back. But I did, eventually, and to death, they bled my heart.