I know, I know
Thinking about him day and night.
It never seems to end.
I love the attention he gives me.
Along with the compliments.
I know he's no longer available,
But I could stay a friend.
Yet I can't believe how I yearn for him.
Wanting something I mustn't.
I torture myself when I know we'll never be.
Maybe he's just playing games.
Only buttering me up so I would like him.
But yet I can't help but feel this way for him.
It never seems to end.
I love the attention he gives me.
Along with the compliments.
I know he's no longer available,
But I could stay a friend.
Yet I can't believe how I yearn for him.
Wanting something I mustn't.
I torture myself when I know we'll never be.
Maybe he's just playing games.
Only buttering me up so I would like him.
But yet I can't help but feel this way for him.
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