Admiration From Afar

I sit on this lonely road,
waiting to see your beautiful face again,
your blonde hair,
your blue eyes.

I know that we cannot be lovers,
so I admire from afar,
seeing you in pictures.

I love you,
yet you probably don't even know I exist.

I would die for you,
yet you don't know who the hell I am.

I love you, Bob Bryar