They didn't tell you they love you
because they didn't love you at all. 
How could they love you
if they don't understand you? 
They liked the cover and the story,
but they didn't understand the plot. 
No one will read between the lines
like I do. 
No one will analyze each page,
trying to see beyond the happy tone
like I do. 
They can't love you
because I do.
But you'll never love me the
way I do you
Because I'm just a silly girl
in love with the wrong person.

You've built a wall against the idea,
and I've tried to, too. 
But you and I are different,
because I've lived a lie
since I met you. 
My walls are higher and I hope
the wrong words don't break through;
because you can't love me
the way I love you.