What You Have

I see the way you look at me.
I can read what's left unsaid.
You can see the way you make me uncomfortable.
You can read the lack of interest.
Hopes and dreams that's all they are.
This thing you have is only felt by you.
Don't tell me you're jealous when you know you never had a chance.
Don't think that it may have been possible if certain things had been done.
Because you know that I know your mind was to poisonous to keep me, to love me.