I stare at the ceiling;
'Bout ready to scream.
I haven't slept in too many hours
And my brain is over fried.
I watched the TV
Too late last night.
I don't know why,
But I feel like I'm going to die.
Your face lingers in the dark;
Perhaps I should be scared.
I'm not.
Why should I be?
Well, I'm ripping myself apart
Just thinkin' 'bout you.
I won't ever meet you,
You won't ever know I'm here.
So why do I keep
On thinkin' of you,
And wishing you were here?
'Cause it's what
People like me do.
I'm not saying that
I'm stalking you,
Or that I plan to,
I just wish we knew each other
And that I was actually 'round you.
Oh, I guess that I'll
Live with the sufferin'.
It won't kill me.
Will it?
I don't know what attracts me to you,
But I know it's not
Only your looks.
It's more than that.
But I wish I knew what.
I can't say
It's who you are,
Since I've never met you,
And I never will.
So,
I guess I'm stuck with it.
Don't worry,
I still love you.