" Maybe I wasn't asking you to love me, maybe
I was asking you to understand,
because for so long I've been hurt and for so long you've
and maybe it is bad timing, but maybe, I don't
I've been here all along just
waiting for you to notice, waiting for you to care.
Waiting for you to say that you've been waiting
and you haven't and maybe you
or maybe you're afraid to. But it all hurts the same,
and in the end, I'm the one that's left
and when I lay down to sleep,
I'm still the one crying,
so screw the bad timing.
I've loved you then, like I love you
now, like I probably always will.