Below Belief

I see you across a smoke-filled room
The music‘s too loud for me to talk
to you, even if you would talk to me.
Always surrounded by so-called friends
Telling you lies that never end
And I, I never seem to stand a chance.
I catch your eye, across the crowd
I want to shout your name out loud
But you, you never seem to want to hear
What can I do just to be with you
and make me feel this pain is all worthwhile?
I try so hard, to look my best
After all, I‘ve got you to impress
But you, you never even notice me
And in my dreams, I see paradise
You and me, just sweetness and light
But you, you shatter all my hopes
What can I do just to be with you
and make me feel this pain is all worthwhile?
Where is the line, between love and hate?
Only confusion drives the hand of fate
Just how, how can I make you feel my pain?
How can I make you feel my pain?

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