I sit around and watch couples
I roleplay an imaginative couple
Just me, myself, and I
Hoping time will let this feeling pass by
But it doesn't, and it's hard
Reason being, a small thing I often forget and disregard
I yearn for no one, no specific person that is
There's no one I particularly yearn for
It gets lonely with all these familiar faces
But I'm left to do nothing but watch these people and adore
Lovesick, I can't think of any other word for it
I'm writing this because it's too hard to ignore it
