I would do anything to read minds;
especially yours—
I can find out if you’re genuinely kind.
Things would then be as relieving as listening to the thundering rain pour.
Sometimes I think I’m unquestionably dumb.
This could just be an enormous waste of time.
I can’t like you if we don’t share mutual feelings—that’s no fun.
If so, I’m just trying to detonate this supposedly dead mine.
Is it really worth it?
I’m probably no more than a classmate to you.
That fact makes me so sick,
and it gives me depressing blues.
Whether you like me or not,
I seriously hate how you lead me on.
You make my stomach contort into these ridiculously hopeful knots,
but deep down, I know that someday in your head I’ll be gone.
You brought up your personal question,
and never bring it up again.
You dodge all my persistent actions,
like a jeweler willingly blinding himself from a priceless gem.
Do you like me or not?
That’s my main question—
I’m screaming it in arduous pain as if I’ve been shot;
my thoughts are contaminating my strict foundation like a hazardous infection.
You call other girls ‘beautiful’
and an abundant amount ‘really pretty’.
You make me feel like a random individual;
I think all the things you say to me are sometimes drenched with pity.
My brain urges me to move on,
but the heart you tampered with still insists
to hold on and stay strong.
But still, at the end of the day, I honestly just can’t resist.
Sadly, the distressing truth came to dawn.
You like another girl—so why am I still hoping?
This mess is one whole lovesick song,
a song you probably aren’t buying.
All I wanted was for you to acknowledge me
even more so, because I’m different from other people.
Are you blind; can’t you see?
If you get any more stupid, I’ll stab you with my needle.
You played me, but I can play better.
I can erase you from my memory
along with the times you stared into my eyes with yours that are so tender.
Maybe—it might be possible—I could just cut off our ties in perfect symmetry.
Eventually, the right person will come along,
and he will be the righteous one to win the prize.
You didn’t manage to maim my dignity to fragments—I stayed strong.
And just so you know, playing with girls is one of the most afflicting crimes.
