It's Not Fair

It's not fair that my "Good morning!" doesn't mean the same as yours.
It's not fair that my "I miss you" doesn't mean the same as yours.
It's not fair that I wake up wondering how you are, but to you I'm just another friend.
It's not fair.

One short message or one small gesture and my entire day is made.
One forgotten call or one ignored message and nothing can bring back my smile.
When you're upset, it hurts.
When you say "I love you," it hurts.

You're good to me. Too good to me.
Stop.
My emotions are tied to you.
Just stop.

I want to be special. To mean more.
I want to have the value to you that you have to me.
I wish I could tell you, but I never can.
It's not fair. It's just not fair.