What is unrequited love?
Is it desperation for something only you can see?
I do know that it is it's own, unique form of pure agony.
Is it a cry for attention?
I do know that it makes me feel incredibly isolated.
Can you tell me?
Because I'm not sure that's what this is.
After all, you've never told me to my face
Or even out loud that you don't love me back.