Honestly, I never knew what to say.
Those moments of silence between us were either
filled up with the shuffle of footsteps or
broken by the arrival of someone else.
Trying to catch your attention,
yet not knowing what to do with it,
I'm lost
in the forest of uncertainty.
Feeling uneasy with you in the same room,
I try to avoid you.
I sneak a glance at you, and turn back with a smile,
'cause I caught you looking at me.
Is it really always a one-sided affair?
Is it really always me thinking too much?
Is it really always because I'm imaginative?
Is it really always because of me?
I'm tired. I really am.
Tired of all this drama going on.
Tired of those disgusted looks
I give myself in the mirror.
Sometimes I don't even care.
I see you, I don't say hi.
You don't either,
cause you just pass me by.
I hate wondering if I'll see you again,
wondering if we'll ever have a proper conversation,
wondering if you'll ever stop ignoring me,
wondering if you'll ever feel the same.