Alone in your room You are writing a poem. A poem about something cute. For whom do you write them? 'bout whom are you thinking? And whom do you miss now? I feel for you.
It's humiliating, Not appreciated, You don't understand it, Your feelings don't worry them It's humiliating To share and be waiting When somebody tells you Your poems amazed them
You are visited By a true inspiration, There's genuine passion inside of you. But these useless lines Never show you direction, They won't try to save you And they don't have to
It's humiliating, Not appreciated, You don't understand it, Your feelings don't worry 'em It's humiliating To share and be waiting When somebody tells you Your poems amazed 'em
I am sorry But it's true And this song Was written For you