Every day, he's there,
Staring with his mean glare,
He hates it so,
Because he knows,
I can feel his pain.
We're nasty and mean,
We hardly ever agree,
But we learned to defen another,
As if we're sister and brother.
Even so, he's cruel to me,
To a horrible, extreme, hurtful degree.
And though I act like I don't care,
I feel my heart, I feel it tear.
Yes, inside, I feel the notion,
I feel the love, the stupid emotion.
I hate it so, I want it to go,
I don't want to love him - no.
Nor tomorrow, the day after, or even today!
I don't want my heart to feel this way.
And, yet, I think, I could like this feeling;
He hurts me, true; but, he brings me healing.
I think I could like this,I think I could care,
I think, in my heart, I think I could bear.
Yet even if I know, love to love him so,
It pains me to say: "He doesn't even know."
