When I'm in love
I see pink everywhere.
I would scream from rooftops,
tell just about everyone
how he's smart
and nice
and hot.
Every song I hear,
every thought I think
is somehow related to him.
And all my friends are tired
of all my giggles and grins.

When he's in love
he keeps on living
like that girl he talks to
didn't change his point of view.
Doesn't let it show,
even when he feels
the sinking of his heart
when she smiles at him.
And he's hopeless
and helpless
and lost in love.
But in secret, still.

Or maybe he just isn't in love.
Or maybe he just doesn't love...

...me