I Suppose it's Unavoidable
You will forever be in my heart.
I tell myself over and over,
That you don’t love me,
Like I love you.
But I suppose it doesn’t matter,
Because I still love you.
I’m so hung up on you.
It’s unavoidable,
Something I truly cannot get around.
And, in this spring air,
Thoughts of love can’t help,
But blossom in the cold corners,
Of this winter heart.