I know you hardly notice me,
That is, if you even notice me at all.
I know that you don't miss me,
Worse yet, even care for me.
So I sit here all alone, wondering...
'Why do I feel this way?'
I don't know much about you
I didn't have the chance to get to know you better
All I know is that I think of you
Each day and each night that passes by.
Many people won't even give you a second look
But from me, you'll get thousands;
And if they don't care,
You know, I'll always will.
I know I won't have a chance to tell you
How I feel deep inside
But in case you stumbled to this page
I hope you'll understand...
if you discover this page...please do not tell anyone else but me...thank you