Everyday I see you,
I wish we were together...
And now, I know.
I cant give up on you...
And all you put me through.
I can see the difference in you.
That other people don't.
I see you.
The real you...
Not the fake one you put on display for everyone.
And I happen to really like the real you...
More then like though, I love the real you.
And, I think about you all the time.
But the thing is, do you even take a second to think about me at all?