Maybe it a curse,
That unrequited is the only one to know me for who I am,
Maybe it’s a curse, that love and I aren’t meant to be friends
All the
Pretty guys with nice eyes always seem to overlook mine,
And I,
I always seem to stand to the side as,
My ghost on campus leaves with a goodbye that contrasts the simple hi
And the one with frame worth eyes, just lies
And what could’ve been no longer crosses my mind,
But the one from that Saturday night lingers around sometimes, but
Maybe it’s a curse or it’s a blessing in disguise,
That unrequited is a shield that guards me from the, pains and heart aches that the guys of this era creates
It has to be some sort of sick spell cast upon me like Maleficent did Sleeping Beauty,
But reject it as I may,
Maybe this curse is my saving grace
For As much heartache unrequited creates,
It saves me from the strongest hex called heartbreak.
