You took my heart but you don't know you stole it.  Or maybe you do, but you don't care.  What am I suppose to think I mean to you when you say you can't feel.  You can't feel this burning heart that begs to be noticed.  I want you to do something to make me hate you.  I want you to say goodbye to me because I won't ever say it to you.  If you don't want me, I wish you'd say so I can go my different way.  And leave your heart that I loved so dearly thrown away. If you don't care, make me believe you don't.  I always said the high is worth the low to me.  Worth drowning myself in what I loved because I'd rather feel the high of feeling and have to breath the low of falling, then to not feel at all.  You are making the lows very low.  I could take it if you told me to get lost.  I could take it if you told me I meant nothing.  But I don't think I can take this not knowing. I am a fool. My heart is crumbling into your hands and I am a fool.   I love you and you won't let me.