She doesn't think
I'm much of a guy...
I meant much of
An interesting guy.
I did say "interesting" before...
Why does it matter?
Oh I love her I think...
We will go well together,
Like bread and jam
wait.. a better rhyme...
Like bread and "butter".
I must tell you...
The amount of efforts I make!
Even wrote her a poem to which
She said "For God's sake!
We are not in 19th century. Get new..."
It made me feel like leftover cake.
"Swag", she said
Something you lack Hun;
I opened net and googled it
After our short conversation.
The guys must do this and that
Looking at it I went into depression!
(Have you seen the latest trends?
I'm soooo far behind. oh good heaven!)
Back home I sunk in my sofa low
I was bloody exhausted,
Nothing I did pleased her
Didn't get her one bit excited;
She wanted someone bad and strong
And all she got was a guy retarded.
Why is it that...
Her crush drinks a bottle of whiskey down,
In one gulp and calls her cutie pie.
And I can't even pull off a leather jacket,
I'm just a fucking teetotaler orange juice guy.
In this world full of jibber-jabber,
I look at her as if She's my only high!
So I'll love her silently and pray,
Like how Earth keeps Moon
Neither too close nor far away;
A miracle is all I hope for
(like the guy she loves shifting to Burma)
Then she'll have no other way!
I'm not a bad boy!
Why o God you've made me this nice?!
She loves to play with fire and you've
Made my heart outta ice!
Sometimes you feel bad that you're a good guy.