Three Girls on my Brain
I can’t stop thinking about you.
How you’re physically beautiful,
And you know it.
How you crave attention,
And you seek it.
Don’t you understand that I would give you that attention if you wanted me to? Don’t you get that I want to get to know you as more than just a girl I flirt with once or twice a year? I feel like there could be more here, if you let it happen, but it won’t, because you don’t care.
I can’t stop thinking about you.
It’s been almost two full years of non-stop pining.
Of downturns and half-tries.
Of trust and torment.
Of lies and love, or lack thereof.
We’ll never be, no matter what you say.
Don’t you understand that I realize you don’t love me? Don’t you get that when you say “I’d do anything to make you happy” that the words ring hollow because if I was that important to you, you’d care more than you appear to? I feel like an afterthought in your life, while you’re the main character in mine. How much of your life is just lies for other people’s benefit? I won’t be fooled like the rest.
I can’t stop thinking about you.
Everything that I could ever want,
And some more beyond that. You are
More than a friend, but never a lover.
You can’t be. It would hurt too badly.
Don’t you understand that I’m lying to you? That when I say that friends is fine, I could never possibly mean that, and that I’m just trying to lie to myself so that I don’t fall for you like all the others? I don’t think you understand - and how could you? We haven’t really gotten a chance to talk for too long yet. I feel like I’m trying to bring us closer, and - not that you’re uninterested - but like you don’t realize what you say half the time. Don’t you see that you hurt just as bad as the rest, but cut in a different way?
How you’re physically beautiful,
And you know it.
How you crave attention,
And you seek it.
Don’t you understand that I would give you that attention if you wanted me to? Don’t you get that I want to get to know you as more than just a girl I flirt with once or twice a year? I feel like there could be more here, if you let it happen, but it won’t, because you don’t care.
I can’t stop thinking about you.
It’s been almost two full years of non-stop pining.
Of downturns and half-tries.
Of trust and torment.
Of lies and love, or lack thereof.
We’ll never be, no matter what you say.
Don’t you understand that I realize you don’t love me? Don’t you get that when you say “I’d do anything to make you happy” that the words ring hollow because if I was that important to you, you’d care more than you appear to? I feel like an afterthought in your life, while you’re the main character in mine. How much of your life is just lies for other people’s benefit? I won’t be fooled like the rest.
I can’t stop thinking about you.
Everything that I could ever want,
And some more beyond that. You are
More than a friend, but never a lover.
You can’t be. It would hurt too badly.
Don’t you understand that I’m lying to you? That when I say that friends is fine, I could never possibly mean that, and that I’m just trying to lie to myself so that I don’t fall for you like all the others? I don’t think you understand - and how could you? We haven’t really gotten a chance to talk for too long yet. I feel like I’m trying to bring us closer, and - not that you’re uninterested - but like you don’t realize what you say half the time. Don’t you see that you hurt just as bad as the rest, but cut in a different way?