Not really anything specific
Love hurts. It FRICKIN hurts. Not a question, not a love hurts? With your tone going upward at the end, no. A statement. Why? I dunno, you'll never be with them, you'll never make them happy, you'll never be the one who they'll lean on. You won't ever be there for them, but you want to. You want to do anything for them, you would do anything for them. It drives you insane, you want to scream, you want to tell them. You want to cry out "I LOVE YOU", but you can't. Why? Cuz thats the way the world works. You realize how utterly pathetic you sound, you realize how weak you really are in their presence, if they were to ask you to do anything, then you would. You'd steal, you'd murder. You care so much, it hurts. It hurts when you see them with someone else, it hurts when you see them going out with friends. You will NEVER BE WITH THEM, you have to get that in your head but you can't. You keep on clinging on, to some widely unrealistic hope that you might be together some day. That in the future, you'll be happy and a couple. It's never going to come true, it WILL NEVER COME TRUE. You keep on saying that, over and over in your head you say the same thing. IT'LL NEVER HAPPEN, IT'll NEVER WORK, GET OVER IT GET OVER IT. You never do, you never will. You care too much to care about the truth.
Then some days, you realize how little you know about them. A whole side you don't see at school. It's crazy, it's insane. You care about them so much, but who do you care about? The false facade put on? Or the real person. That's the pain right there, because you'll never know who they are. Because there are no second chances in life. Because the people who do know what they are like, probably care about them a hundreth less than you do. But after these realizations, you move on. You look at them, keep looking at them, and they will never know. That drives you insane, to the brink of insanity. They will never know, because you will never tell them. Because you can never tell them. And the thing that drives you more round the bend than that is that you don't know what they think of you. You want to get in their head, just for a day, just see what they think. What would happen if you came up to them and said it? Said those three words? What would they do? What would they think of you then? You'd do anything, anything to get in their head. Because you want to know what they think every time they look at you, you want to know what you are in their eyes.
Any eventually, you move on. You wake up one day and they're just not that interesting to you as before. Or you take it slow. You force yourself to move on, it is incredibly slow. Incredibly painfull. But bit by bit, you succeed. And then one day, you look at them and you remember the once vague emotion you had. Then you look on and walk right past them. And you don't look back. And the funny thing is, they'll never know. They'll never know what pain they caused you, they'll never know how you cared about them so much. How you spend ages thinking of them, how every time you pictured their face, whether at home or at school, a smile comes to your lips. They'll never know. And the world keeps spinning on.
Riylow
Then some days, you realize how little you know about them. A whole side you don't see at school. It's crazy, it's insane. You care about them so much, but who do you care about? The false facade put on? Or the real person. That's the pain right there, because you'll never know who they are. Because there are no second chances in life. Because the people who do know what they are like, probably care about them a hundreth less than you do. But after these realizations, you move on. You look at them, keep looking at them, and they will never know. That drives you insane, to the brink of insanity. They will never know, because you will never tell them. Because you can never tell them. And the thing that drives you more round the bend than that is that you don't know what they think of you. You want to get in their head, just for a day, just see what they think. What would happen if you came up to them and said it? Said those three words? What would they do? What would they think of you then? You'd do anything, anything to get in their head. Because you want to know what they think every time they look at you, you want to know what you are in their eyes.
Any eventually, you move on. You wake up one day and they're just not that interesting to you as before. Or you take it slow. You force yourself to move on, it is incredibly slow. Incredibly painfull. But bit by bit, you succeed. And then one day, you look at them and you remember the once vague emotion you had. Then you look on and walk right past them. And you don't look back. And the funny thing is, they'll never know. They'll never know what pain they caused you, they'll never know how you cared about them so much. How you spend ages thinking of them, how every time you pictured their face, whether at home or at school, a smile comes to your lips. They'll never know. And the world keeps spinning on.
Riylow