I am in love in my daydreams,
But I know it's an illusion, made up.
All the love and friendship I dream of,
But in reality is where I always end up.

I'm jealous of sleep dreamers,
They fill real, as if they live to lives.
But my case is to bad on it's own,
I always know those feelings are lies.

But won't even find someone like that,
Who'd have a crush on me? None.
So here I am thinking nonsense,
Treating overthinking as if it's fun.