Am I nothing but a fading voice in your head?
Or a discontent feeling,
such as heartache where love is all you bled,
and received nothing in return.
Do you think that she adores you like I do?
Do you think her heart skips a beat when you walk into the room?
Would she give it up, give it all for you, if it were just to make you smile?
I think not. Because the only girl that would ever do this,
is right in front of you.
My chest had never pounded so hard,
until the day I heard the news.
How can someone make me feel so insignificant,
yet bring such a beautiful rush that I simply can't refuse?
Do you think that she adores you like I do?
Do you think she would ever lay down and die for you?
Would she give it up, give it all for you, if it were just to make this stop?
I think not. Because the only girl that would ever do this,
is right in front of you.
You tell me that I'm magnificent,
but could these all just be your never-ending lies?
You tell me that our feelings are so close to being mutual,
but all you're proving are your needs for these ever continuous goodbyes.
Do you think she could ever give a fuck about you like I do?
Do you think she would go countless nights of no sleep, just thinking about so many different ways to keep you?
Do you think she would pour her heart out, and hand it to you for absolutely no pay?
Would she turn her head the other way
just to prevent herself from feeling her throbbing pain,
and say she would give it up, give it all for you, just to end her everlasting and unbearable torture: the thought of losing you?
... Every ounce in my body thinks not. Because the only girl that would ever do this,
was right in front of you.
These goosebumps have never brought me so much false hope,
and these stars have never carried so many of my tears.
They say that love is something that not every boy wants,
and that love is so much more difficult to exchange than it ever seems to appear.
And I was trying so hard to prove them all wrong,
but all I've been left with is another sleepless night,
another crack in this pitiful heart,
and for you: another stupid, endless song.
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