I've kept quiet for awhile, kept my thoughts to myself, and whenever you asked,

I told you, "I'm alright, don't worry."

But...if only you knew the truth, if only you knew how much I hate you,

how much I hate myself! for letting you go...

then maybe, I'd actually mean it when I say, "I'm alright."

I know you're taken, and that's my fault, I pushed you away

I don't blame you for leaving me,

I deserve each ounce of misery I get

But admitting my mistakes, my faults, my imperfections

It'll do nothing to ease away the feelings I have for you

It'll do nothing to please the ache I have for missing you

Yes, I do miss you, everysecondofeveryminuteofeverhourofeverday...

I miss you more than I allow myself to feel,

I miss you...

I know you've got a new girlfriend, and she appreciates you

something I should have practiced more

something I should have shown more

but I didn't...

because I was afraid of wearing my emotions so bluntly

afraid you'll leave me once I showed you all that I had

but now I wish I took on that risk

and showed you my feelings, my thoughts, my everything

just so you'd know

(how I wish you'd know)

and it hurts to know you are happier with her,

that she may be the very nothing that replaces me

(because you said I was irreplacable)

it hurts to see you so happy with a girl who doesn't know you

(because I know you)

but I hate myself more for letting you go in the first place

and I know too well that all this,

IT IS MY FAULT.

But still,

admitting it doesn't help ease my pain,

it doesn't erase the memories replaying in my mind

I still miss you...

I still want you...

and baby,

I still love you.