But I never could admit it
I pretended she was someone else
When I only wanted you
When you told me I should tell her
I wish I had just told you
I wish I knew then how I feel now
But time doesn't flow that way
I still wonder if you wondered
If you ever got the hint
I never was that good at 'subtle'
So did you see through me?
So now I write you poetry
Too late I will admit it
But now it seems you're somewhere else
What would you want with me?