Aparently i can't help but crawling back to that same sensation.
When i liked you i realized things would never be the same.. I'd always have feelings
And for what reasons?.. I have no clue.
Because in knowing i liked you i was prepared to be hurt.
Knowing that you'd always love her.. & knowing you'd never care
All that's left are my wishes, wishes to high out of reach.
To push myself through hell for the one guy that thinks nothing of me.
Why not? I felt different. I felt love.
And going through everything for you.. that's a path I'd love to lead.