You love her,
but she does not.
You want to cry
right on this spot.
She doesn't answer
you and what not.
The worries you
know too well overcome you.
"Does she not love you,
love you back?"
NO.
You will always remember
her as the snow,
as the snow falls down to the ground.
Snowflakes flying everywhere.
Wishing, wishing she'd be around,
wishing she'd be there.
And as you stare through the window, you think:
Is she even there?
Or did she sink to the
ground like the snowflakes,
falling, falling on the cold hard ground.
Did I miss something,
did I do something wrong?
Why is she ignoring me,
pushing me to the corner?
What's the problem?
I said I was sorry!
I thought she'd understand...
