This Guy.

Just a guy, nothing special.
Another bloke with a sensitive heart and pure love.
He fells rejected, lonely.
After all he has done, to prove his emotion.
Drank up all the bottled pain, barely kept himself together.
He is ready for you but you're undecisive of your decision.
He stands there with a flower and a note.
Looks upon the sky wondering if he's the only one, with all the stupidness.
Bearing all the rejection, all the shit he goes through.
Wondering as he looks at a shooting star, is he the only one stuck in love, unable to move on.
He grabs his coat, walks out.
Its the same story, the sip of the same coffee.
Its another day, different day, yet the same old story.
He runs to vent. He walks to think.
Itsa what he does, just another bloke, messed up.
Happy away from the shining light, in the darkness.
Better alone than company pain.
Picks the petals of her doormat the next day.
Replacing with the fresh ones.
Its a different day, the same old story.
This guy has no attitude, no care in the world.
Chooses between a lily and a rose, ends up with the thorns instead.
His feelings he hides, just for her he saves his smiles.
He's waiting for a perfect memory, to make one.
To live it, to speak out and to love her.
To love her, he risks it all.
Tells her everything, grab some popcorn, lay back,watch his downfall.