I remember you. I try not to – but I do. And each time you break through this wall, I crumble, Denying these feelings are really true. I don’t mean to be ungrateful or to come across distasteful because I’m not But every time I see you – I feel this chasm, tie, tightly, into what feels like a knot. I can’t help but watch you, stare at you from across a room Wishing you’d stare at me too, and I wonder if what I’m feeling This nauseous, giddy feeling – isn’t true. Isn’t because