I once loved a man who could not love me back br Not even if he did love me br I loved his eyes br How they hid behind his glasses br I loved how he would say my name br in utter frustration br When I could not understand him br I love how he laughed at me br And how he joked br And I loved him br Though I wouldn’t let it show. br He may have loved me back br But there’s no way to know. br For our love cannot be br Though I love him still br br And if he reads this now br He may even know br That I am talking of him. br And even if he can tell to me ‘I love you’ br He and I both know it cannot be br br So as I say this now, br to a man that I love br A man br who can't love me back.... br I love you br I always have.