You Don’t Know…

I’m like that song you don’t want to hear
That someone else put on when you got into the car
I won’t pretend to not know that

You never looked at me with those same eyes
And there is no regret
For never having done that

There’s nothing harder to swallow for me than the truth
That it doesn’t matter how easily I can talk to anyone
(I know) I can never approach you

What hurts is how much I think of you
In the dark and quiet or bright and busy moments alike…
You don’t think of me at all

One might ask, How could I know this?
How could it be true?
I know, because you wouldn’t ask.