I fear my own heart will be the story of my demise.
I fear, because it has been hit by an arrow,
By some young Cupid that missed his target completely.
It was meant for someone else.

Now I’ve been struck with a curse of one-sided affection,
Caused by this off-center arrow,
Shot by some show-off
Trying to impress someone else.

My heart is cursed
From a spell of one-sided love,
If it could be called that.
So just go ahead, Cupid.
Shoot an arrow at my chest,
Just remember it is you who held the bow.