If you knew that I cared,
I wonder if anything would be different.
Maybe you wouldn't flirt with me,
laugh with me, hold me,
if you knew how much it hurt me
to be so close to you
and yet know I'm so far away.
Maybe you would laugh.
Laugh at the thought that someone like you,
could even consider someone like me.
Laugh at the fact that I am nobody,
chasing an empty dream that you will crush.
Maybe you would actually try to be a friend,
talk to me, joke with me,
try to be slightly more that a jerk
that just talks to me when convenient.
Maybe you would try to be better,
knowing that maybe there is someone out there
that could love you
even when your a ignorant peacock that struts around
leaving heartbreak in your stride.
Maybe you would try.
Try to make it work.
See me in a new light that you hadn't considered before.
That maybe I could be someone to hold,
to laugh with, to be there for you.
Maybe you wouldn't even care.
Life would go on, without pause,
through the flirting and the heartbreak
over and over again
in the most crushing, destructive way possible.
Maybe if you knew,
something would be different
in this Hell I'm going through.
