I've walked barefoot through boiling sand, you don't even know. Tried many times to grasp your hand, you don't even know. To letters written then burnt; signals typed then canceled - I rode this crazy train unmanned, you don't even know. Sent roses signed anonymous to inspire a smile; I sat and watched but didn't stand, you don't even know. A picnic atop the roof, watching stars reflect off of blue eyes . . . all this I had planned, you don't even know. Timothy stutters at the words so instead he writes; he's tried his best to tell you and you don't even know.