Sometimes I wonder if I ever loved you.
Maybe I was looking for a friend or someone to go to parties and concerts with. Was I ever ready to love you? Am I ready to love you now? Or have I never really did?
I'm standing 10 feet away from the stage.
Too scared for you to see me.
Too selfish for wanting to hear your voice.
You're singing everything. Every single pain, agony and love.
The desperation of your voice captivating everyone.
The songs you wrote that were once meant for me. How long will I have to wait for the right time for us? My heart's shouting "it'll always be you now and the day after tomorrow".
I'll wait for you until the day I'll no longer feel anything.