I am intelligent, but yet I wonder
I wonder how you actually feel about me
I hear your laughter, even if it’s fake
I see you smiling without me
I want you to be happy
I am intelligent, but yet I wonder

I pretend to be happy so you don’t worry
I choose not to tell you how I feel
I feel despair because of how I have made you feel
I touched your hand for the first time, and my head exploded
I worry about what you do after I hurt you
I cry when I hurt you; it fills me with despair
I am intelligent, but yet I wonder

I understand you don’t feel the same
I try to convince myself I’m not jealous — but the truth is, I am
I dream of you feeling the same about me
I try as hard as I can not to have feelings
I hope you will be happier in life once I’m out of it
I am intelligent, but yet I wonder

I wonder how I ever thought
you would feel the same about me