Why did I get these awful feelings called love?
Who do I think I love?
I love the boy who will never love me back.
He doesn't seem to see the things he does to me.
Doesn't see how he makes me feel when he's around.
He doesn't see how fast he makes my heart beat.
He doesn't see how just his words can make blush without even trying.
He doesn't see how jealous I get when he flirts with other girls.
He doesn't see how much I truly like him.
So that's why I always think…