Unrequited Love
I wonder what could have been,
If you'd picked me instead of her.
You have your heart on a platter,
Lettering her reject it every time.
Why do you do that to yourself?
Why don't I understand why?
Is it love?
Do you really believe you're perfect for her?
Is unrequited love such a cycle?
A vicious circle of repeating heartbreaks.
"He loves her who loves another that loves someone else."
It can't end though,
It's always around.
If you'd picked me instead of her.
You have your heart on a platter,
Lettering her reject it every time.
Why do you do that to yourself?
Why don't I understand why?
Is it love?
Do you really believe you're perfect for her?
Is unrequited love such a cycle?
A vicious circle of repeating heartbreaks.
"He loves her who loves another that loves someone else."
It can't end though,
It's always around.