I have this little feeling
That is stuck inside my mind
So now whenever I see you,
I begin to think you're mine.
You said that you had felt this way
And I told you I had felt this way too.
But now you like my friend,
So what am I supposed to do?
I have just another little feeling
That doubts you ever liked me.
But when I tell someone,
They confuse all this with jealousy.
I am not just mad I'm afraid, hurt, and upset.
Sometimes I just wish
That we had never met.
It hurts to see you walk down the halls,
Say hi, and wave,
To the girl you find appealing.
As I sit back and watch,
Struggling to be brave,
Then you say that you've been hurt before,
But how could that be true?
Because when you're hurting me,
You're also hurting some part of you.
Just sometimes I wonder how it would feel,
To meet the perfect guy,
Then I realize I have met him,
But his heart is just not loving mine.