Passion: the fire that flickers endlessly
Hidden emotions
Love never spoken, never felt.
He doesn't know what he means to me
There's more to it than meets the eye.
He may have the wrong idea
Or maybe he's just scared to admit the truth.
What if isn't really what what people see on the outside?
But how will I know?
He'll never know what I feel, but it's real.

Why is it so hard for him to open up
To me, to anyone?
Is it possible he actually is soft and gentle on the inside?
And he may not be all that people make him out to be.
But how will I know?
He'll never know what I feel, but it's real.

The rush- I feel it go to my head.
My heart aches for something more.
Insanity; I'm going crazy
That burning desire deep down inside
Wants to come out.
Look into his eyes:
Purpose, potential.
Is this necessarily danger?
Difference, identity, or mask
Lies or truth?
But how will I know?
He'll never know what I feel, but it's real.

I wish it was clear to him
I try to impress and be like him
And frustrated tears roll down.
He is my perfect role model
But I know he'll never know
What I feel.
But it is real.

Yes, he's good.