In her diary...

Would she feel me if I reached out for her hand?
Would she hear me if I screamed out loud?
Would she love me if she knew my faults?
Would she hate me if she saw my lies?
Would she understand if I showed her my pain?
In her diary she wrote my name,
But she wrote it under his...
In my head I drew a line, which she's crossed many times.
She couldn't tell me why, therefore I don't know.
I don't understand...
She tells me I'm number one,
But why do I feel like I'm second place.
Why do I have to run to cross the line in time,
Why do I have to compete.
When she didn't have to move a muscle,
To take my heart away from me.
How come I never hear her say,
The things I listen close for...
I can't say I'm a believer...
I don't believe in myself,
I don't believe your lies.
And I don't believe this pain...
But without this pain,
I am nothing...
In her diary she wrote my name in a heart,
Just like she did with him...
On the page just before.
I wonder why I'm still here,
Why I'm still waiting...
I just wish I meant something,
Something more than him.
She wishes she meant a little bit more to him,
When she means everything to me.
This is the first time in my life,
I've felt this way.
This strong...
I know he don't love you,
I know I do...
More than he ever could,
You need to let go...
In her diary,
She wrote my name in a heart,
A page just after his.
She than wrote...
Forever...
Something more than him...


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