Leaving

I could write a million melodies
If no one took a look at me
If one was two and two were three, and all of "these" deep inside of me
But how could one ever know, if yes is yes, and yes was no, and all this time my feelings grow
For no one else, or me to know.
How could you just let it go?
And I, I still don't even know, why, oh why, oh why'd you go?
For no one else but me to know.