You walk by, but I don't let you see

What I think of you for loving me.

You think I hate you, but that's not true.

I just know what I have to do.

You say I'm indifferent, but what you don't know

Is that sometimes, in love, you have to let go.

You walk up, but I have nothing to say,

So if you can't then I'll walk away.

(And I don't love you at all.)

a/n: I asked him why he wouldn't acknowledge me... but he didn't know what I was talking about. I told him it was the letter. He asked, "What letter?" If he doesn't care at all, I don't think I should either. But I have no choice... I love him too much.