How blatantly can I compliment you?
Apparently pretty blatantly.
You don’t seem to notice.
My little heart will just try to go on.
It’s painful not being with, not communicating with, you.
Why is that painful?
It shouldn’t be painful.
I wish I could just…just say something.
Something to get you to say something.
But I won’t.
Now I’ve lost that chance forever.