It Doesn't Matter

If I told you I missed you,
would it still matter to you?

If I told you that there is not a moment that goes by that I don't think of you,
would you feel something?

If I told you I love you,
would you tell me that you felt the same?

Well I do. I do love you, but I'm scared to tell you.
I'm scared of what you might say. I don't want to hear "Thanks."
I don't want to hear "saying something now would just make things more complicated."
I don't want to hear that hesitation in your voice.

But more than anything, I don't want to feel that emptiness. I hate that feeling. I hate it  
when I pour everything into a few words and see it so calmly accepted. I hate the  
disappointment. But most of all I hate that no matter how much it hurts, I never learn. I  
keep doing the same thing. I keep coming back to you. No matter how bad things are, I still  want to be with you.

If I told you I didn't love you anymore,
would you come after me? Would you call me and tell me you wished things could work out?

If I told you that this was all a dream,
would you laugh at me and tell me how foolish I was?

I miss you and there is not a moment that goes by that I don't think of you.
But most of all I love you.

But it doesn't matter anymore does it?