When I can’t talk to you, I miss you so,
When I’m not near you, my beat will slow.
I think I love you, which is a shame,
You love her, you don’t feel the same.
You can’t help how you feel,
But I can’t either so I’ll make you a deal.
I won’t tell you what’s inside,
So you don’t feel awkward I’ll continue to lie.
What I feel for you I’ll push aside,
I can ignore what my heart yells inside.
I know it’ll hurt but I don’t care,
I want you for myself, but I have to share.
Until you’re ready I’ll Suffer In Quiet,
Until you’re ready, I’ll burn my heart in the fire.
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