For all the playfulness and driving through mountains
For all the songs written and poems contrived
I wonder where the substance is
You'll have to forgive me, but I can't believe
Your actions only make sense if you didn't care
I've stood outside your heart with no control
My only course can come within
So I'll continue to give of myself without restraint
Because a life with unrequited love
is better than life with no love at all