Sad you'll never by gay

If what I feel, what I know,
were fake, were untrue.
Then I wouldn't love you.
You wouldn't haunt me.

And cry as I might, through tears I shed.
I can not change you, make you love me.
So even the silent sobbs I drift to sleep with,
won't change a thing, as much as I want them to.

However... though I want you to know, I do not at the same time.
At risk of killing my emotional being.
For is it unjust to fear the thought of you becoming distant?
The thought that the truth would drive you away, as it would so many others?

So let my tears flow like the rivers of blood in my body.
Let me cry myself to sleep, and let my feelings be true.
I'll let you haunt me, as sad as it is to me.
It's sad that you will never love me.

Sad to me... that you'll never be gay.