The Way

Why is it that you make me feel so bad inside, that whatever I do is wrong?

The Way

The way you look at me,
Makes me want to die.
That awkward look in your eye
You must think me to be a freak,
A loser, not worth your time.
But I still love you nonetheless.

The way your hair covers your face,
Makes you look mysterious,
Like there is more to you
Than meets the eye.
Maybe you do love me,
Just as I love you.

The way you smile at me,
Makes me want to cry.
This feeling inside,
Is too much for me to hide.
Please, believe me when I say,
I love you.