I've grown used to yearning for you
for as little as a message from your lips
because your touch dissipated too soon
you weren't really invested in my wishes
memories come, between every other thought
how long will I feel like you're the one I want?
I don't want to need you anymore
your eyes say so much, but your lips never move
is this all just a made up fantasy?
am I so very foolish for believing in you?
to think if I were prettier that I could be your lady
brushing your hair away from your eyes
you still don't see me, you don't mean to be cruel
but darling, this is so unkind.
there's no other way to say it,
but I understand now, there's no happy ending.