I’m trying to get over him but I can’t  shake away his perfume,
What I once found as a sweet fragrance has become a toxic fume.
I remember his face in any tall person I see,
It was almost as if it was holy matrimony.
I turn away, avoiding his street,
Fearful of the emotions that his presence would greet.

What’s the cause of this thing called love,
Wasn’t a mild attraction enough,
Wanting to be admired force to be the admirer,
Is any one looking for an over active heart? I have one you could hire.
These feelings have got me in gun point fear,
it made me wonder how could I love someone who wouldn’t even care.

I know that I am not destined to be alone,
Why do I then always fall for guys who would prefer to let me die in the friend zone.
All these concerns round my head like the ***** in a pin ball machine,
They go all, “you’re not pretty enough”, “ you’ll never be seen”
My mom had always told me I was smart, beautiful and unique,
but that was just her, I had to face the rest of the worlds critique

All these concerns weaken my head,
Why’s it gone dark?
****, I think I’m dead