I wouldn't call it love.
How I feel for you, I mean.
Our conversations are rare,
and always the same.
We've known each other forever,
but we still play this game.
We talk, we don't.
I start to think I love..
No! No I just won't.
I wouldn't call it love.
No, most certainly not for you.
Especially not after everything you've put me through.
Led me on, let me down.
Making me chase you around.
But through all that I found,
found that I do love you.
Not madly, but the feeling are there.
When you're around I can't help but stare.
But what can I do when you don't notice?
Why do I care,
care about you?
Because even after all you've put me through,
all the talking then ignoring,
all the pretending I was boring,
even though I shouldn't,
I have feelings for you.
I don't understand why,
you aren't my type of guy,
and since I'm rather shy,
I should just forget it and say goodbye.
If you can't make up your mind,
then you aren't worth my time.