I hate myself for thinking
I could stand a chance.
I hate myself for falling
so deep into your trance.
Here it is, that ache again,
that pain again,
that feeling in my chest.
This time there'll be no trying,
I need to put my heart to rest.
I'm always hoping your silence
might mean thoughts of me
but all it does is harm me,
how hopeful I can be.
I'm tired of running after
someone who won't tag me back
because all it makes me see
is how much perfection I must lack.
