What makes something universal this sensational?
Are we just so drowned in our self pity parties?
Once the dawn made you realized -- you aren't special,
Are you supposed to feel devastated or perhaps at ease?

You admire someone who doesn't admire you.
Someone you don't like just can't help but like you.
The circle of life that we have always wanted to define,
Gets harder time by time.

For you always wanted to talk to that person,
Yet you are annoyed by the messages of the other.
You've always wanted to touch and put things in motion,
But tries to get away from the other further and further.

Then your dumb mind starts to wonder,
On why your 'one' can't even say your name.
Perhaps, now you know the answer,
How you're played given the rules of your own game.