that young man...
I loved real, real hard once. But the love wasn't returned. Found out the man I'd die for; He wasn't even concerned. I tried, and I tried to keep him in my life. I cried, and I cried but I couldn't make it right. But I, I loved the young man. And if you've ever been in love, then you'd understand. What you want might make you cry. What you need might pass you by. If you don't catch it. And what you need ironically will turn out what you want to be. If you just let it. See, I thought this feeling, it was all that I had. But how could this be love and make me feel so bad? Gave up my power; I existed for you. But I, I loved the young man anyway...