At the Cost of My Heart

Leaves shatter, echoing with you I care about your peace, i do Bees lingering on flowers, quiet April afternoon The torture of sweetness An empty room, unstoppable thoughts Full of songs and silence, full of butterflies Full of your smiles and voice But at the cost of my heart Is this even real? Does this still matter? What are you thinking now? I really hope i can see me from your eyes. But also i don't, what if i look like a weirdo? I need to cut off all the little things, the words and the acts, despite the urge of telling how pretty you are I care about your peace, i do At the cost of my heart Thinking of next week, i get excited But either situation would not make me happy, because i know its just another week you don't know my love I hate myself for even imagining about the possibility What are you doing now? Reading by the window, or are you also thinking about somebody? Isn't it strange that we live in the same city, this rainy Sunday evening Umm I care about your peace (I do) But at the cost of my heart Why is it that I kept imagining the conversation with you But when I actually saw you, I said the dumbest thing My friends all laugh at me, refering this as a little crush But why the more I think about it, the more I want to cry You'll be gone after spring, there's a million things left unsaid But whenever I wanted to say something, I remembered I really don't want to offend you, or causing you any trouble I care about your peace, I do But at the cost of my heart