Maybe I wasn’t asking you to love me. Maybe I was asking you to understand because for so long..
I’ve been hurt and for so long you’ve ignored it. && maybe it’s bad timing, but maybe I don’t care.
I’ve been here all along just waiting, waiting for you to notice, waiting for you to care,
waiting for you to say that you’ve been waiting too, & you haven’t, and maybe you never will,
or maybe you’re too afraid to. But it hurts the same. & in the end, I’m on the one that’s left broken and when I lay down to sleep, I’m the one crying. So screw the bad timing. I’ve loved you then like I love you now, like I probably always will. <3