Infatuated over your eyes
Crying Bc you never see how hard I try
Curious on how you feel
But you turn away like affection is evil
Tired of being known as a friend
But that won't change; I'm not counted as your type
You play with fire thinking u won't get burnt
In the end you're always hurt
Confused on the stinging inside
Constantly being blind
Maybe if you stopped playing with matches
it won't end bad
