I stare at her picture, I'm in love,
I put on my top hat, and then a glove...

Why can't I say I love you,
Why can't I say that I do...

I look like such a loser,
am I a picky chooser...

If you like someone else, or don't want to have...
for you...I'm willing to wait...

I finally had the courage to tell you how I feel,
but as it goes I lost that chance for real...

I was never really whole but now I'm broken,
I never really talk I just stay unspoken...

I'm running away from the dead man,
I'm running away just as fast as I can...

I love to feel the way I do,
I love to feel pain so true...

I have feelings I can't hide,
feelings of ordinary suicide...

I've felt the pain, I've felt the pressure,
I've done it worse, I've done it better...

You look but you don't seem to see,
that this is my misery...

I hold my pain deep inside never allowing it to...
I keep it in and may never let it go...