The girl I love has someone else. I gave her my heart and she doesn't know it. I wish every second of every day that I could tell her, but I would rather break my heart than risk hers. So I sit, and stay, in silence, watching the love of my life with the person she loves, because she is happy. And no matter how many times I bruise my knuckles on the wall, no matter how many times I blink my tears back, I will break my heart. Every day, I will break my heart. Because hers is whole with someone else, and that is what matters.
