there is nothing i could give you
that you haven't thrown away before
the roses just crumble when you dry them out
there is nothing i could say to you
that you haven't let out the other ear before
the sentiments displace themselves
water pouring into itself
there is nothing i can do for you
that you couldn't do for yourself
but i want to
i need to
i want to love somebody who doesn't love me back
there is nothing i can do about it
but keep it secret
from myself.
Don't be a mouse, be a lion
