Isn't it a little cruel?
Isn't it a little wrong?
Did it ever occur to you,
That my heart's not that strong?
He asked you to prom,
With an adorable note,
And a box full of donuts.
"Please donut say no. Prom?"
You even offered me one,
And it tasted bitter.
Though I couldn't be happier,
For you.
Isn't it a little cruel?
Isn't it somehow mean?
Do you even see,
How this demeans me?
I asked you to be my valentine,
Two Februarys ago,
And you told me no.
I had been friend-zoned.
Yet, you tell me your struggles with love,
Traumas you gained due to the wrong one.
While I sit and try to calm my mind,
And pay attention,
As I hold back a sea of emotion
Isn't it a little cruel?
Isn't it some sort of crime?
Don't you see that you're giving,
My pain overtime?
I guess I'm swinging single for a while,
But, never fear, I'll still plaster that smile.
As you tell me every little interaction,
Love blossoming with every action.
Every blush, every flush, a rush of feeling,
While I feel like I'm sinking.
I hope this works out better,
Than your last lover;
I'm crossing my fingers.
But isn't it a little cruel?
Isn't it a bit narcissistic?
Doesn't it seem a little selfish?
Or is that my inner cynic?
Aren't you being insensitive?
Should I say something or let it slide?
Is this what friendship's meant to be?
Or is my heart just skating on ice?