The inspiration can come from anywhere, but it is the writer who crafts the final piece.

The words whispered in to the dark of night

The feelings subdued when they're brought to light

You're my biggest secret, and I have no clue

Why I waste all my time thinking of you

It'll never be, I know how this works

I become you friend, then love you until it hurts

I misunderstood all the signals you sent

How was I supposed to know what they meant?

One day you love me

But the next you don't

If you don't want this to happen

Then I guess it wont.