I'm out of his league.
I'm too good for him.
They tell me out of pity so I can pretend
That he’s the problem.
But if that’s truly the case, why do I feel so helpless?
Yeah, that’s it.
It depends on the day
Whether he’ll notice what I do, what I say.
Out of politeness?
Or because he thinks I'm funny?
Unless he wants me to listen
To his issues.
His, not mine.
Yet I still waste my freedom, my time
I'd do anything for him.
For this broken, sad excuse for a guy.
The way he looks at you
Like he’s got this secret waiting to escape
But he’s got it sealed away
As life’s taught him he must keep it.
You can see the cracks in his code, but not enough
Not nearly enough
Never enough to understand
He feels the need to hide who he really is
He feels guilty, submerged in this depression.
He’s a puzzle missing a fourth of the pieces,
A riddle waiting to be solved.
And I've always loved riddles
The way they make you see
The world differently.
When I see him
All of this confusion enters my mind
And I want it to stop.
I want it to end.
But his eyes seem to tell me:
One day I'll let you in.