So she thinks I'm cute,
She thinks I'm **** and hot
I look in the mirror, beg to differ,
I think not

She told me she "really" likes me
But wants me to forget she ever told me
One-sided admiration is awkward, apparently
Says she

I tell her to chill
No need for embarrassment
Embrace you inner Jamaican
Don't allow awkwardness it's harassment

How cold is it, that I accept so easy?
Feeling nothing but relation in return
An empty heart, cold blood
And a mind in guilt, burns