Curiousity,
wondering if he feels the same way.
It hurts, doesn't it,
knowing, thinking, that they don't love you.

Seeing you, everyday,
pain,
Watching you, walk away,
endless hurt.
Knowing you could never be mine,
is killing me inside.

Could you notice me,
realize that you love me?
Could you be thinking about me,
all day, everyday,
but not tell me?

It hurts,
just thinking about you.
Take a quick glance,
as you leave with another girl,
sitting there with rage,
jealousy,
wishing to be her.

Watching, waiting
for you to turn around,
come running back to me and say
those three words,
"I Love You?,
but no.
You just walk away, and
never look back.