Love is the curse
Which poison my bones
It eats me up from inside
And makes me cry
When I'm alone

I don't understand it
Why do I always smile
The times he's here with me
Are the times I never cry

But there's nothing to do
Since I know his heart belongs to her
Her, who makes him smile
And helps him through tough  times

I know he'll never look my way,
But somewhere inside me
I tell myself that it's okay
'Cause atleast, I am a friend.

But what is love?
I ask myself
To me it's a sickness, its cure
I have yet to invent.