How little, to you, do I mean I do not know
How stupid must it really look when I hold your hand so tight
How awful must it be to see a fool who continuously seeks you
Hoping that somehow he will find a way to your heart
How unfortunate must it be to receive such unwanted attention
That seeks to find a way to you
How sad must it be to put up with empty words that seek to make an impact so foolishly fast
How painful, baby, must it me to enjoy the caress of sweet nothings
That taste so sweet and yet whose meaning is sorrowfully empty
How hard must it be to avoid such foolishness that seeks to comfort everything and yet
offers the pain of hope where there can be none.
How very hard must it be to ignore the sincerity laced with a hint of sadness that
hides itself under watery tears of joy
How, my sweetie, can you take on this enormous, gigantic task of all this hopelessness and keep on going
when the promise of everything is tempered with the reality of nothing
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