Taken from a song, reclaimed as poetry

I want to say it plainly
Without any guise
 To make you know the way I feel
 When looking at your eyes (I laugh at this line cause I think of minority report)

But what would you do
 If you knew for sure
 How I truely felt about you?

That sounds like a song
Only I couldn't sing it, I've tried.
Though, I appear to be living
That part of me has died.