Unrequited love

The problem with unrequited love,

I would go to the ends of the Earth

And you would let me. 

I would die over and over again so you could live

And you would sooner live even if it meant I had to die. 

I love and love and give all I have

And you just sit and silently laugh. 

And yet through it all,

I would still chose you,

Again and again. 

And you, would rather not

Deal with me at all.