Im up late yet another night and
all i can think of is you...
Another day has gone by and i still
can't call you my boo...
I've done all I can and have said
all I can possibly say...
Can't explain why and I know I
shouldn't be feeling this way...
I've written this very poem about you
before and its always the same...
All filled with the cants and wonts
and what I would do in your name...
But it doesn't matter what I do does
it,so why do i even bother to try...
The fact is you will never love me,so
I wont bother you with all the whys...