Hey, there she goes again, Look, she’s over there! I love the way she walks, And I like her pretty hair, God, she’s so damn sexy, And she looks so hot, Too bad she’ll never be mine, Because I am so not. She would always look at me, And in a single glare, She would look the other way, My beating heart would tear. Why does she always do this to me? I feel so depressed, Is there any other way, This girl can be impressed? For she’s so special to me, A missing piece in my life, But why does she not like me? I’d like a loving wife. Too bad she’ll never notice, Too bad she’ll never care, I’ll bottle it all up inside, Why is life unfair? It always has to happen to me, The odd one, it would seem. But if I bottle it in, My eyes they would just beam. Emotionlessly beam away, Away to who knows where? I wished she’d give her love like me, Too bad she didn’t share. And yet, still, amazingly, Over the fact, I’m not. Why’d she look down her nose at me, Like I’m a little snot? I’m really rather mad at her, She made me feel this way! If only she would listen, To the words I have to say. But that will never happen, At this current rate, And I can’t change anything, For it is my fate, To suffer slowly; silently, In this bitter world, In the corner, long ago, I should have sat and curled, That way I wouldn’t feel like this, As crappy as can be, If only that one girl would Just have listened to me. There will be no one special, Who will help me realise my dreams, For my heart has split in two, It’s just been sowed up at the seams, To make it look I’m not sad, When really I feel dead, Not another living soul, Could I ever wed, Except for my one true love, Who walks by every day, But would it ever happen? I’m afraid the answer’s neigh. Now here I am, once again, Complaining about her, But what does that matter, For my whine shall not be heard, Because, remember, she would not Do the one thing I asked. She would not fairly hear me out, I really was aghast. So easily she falls in love, With boys who don’t even care. How can she so obliviously Just grab a boy and pair? She could possibly be under Some kind of wicked trance, Which forces her to love the boys, And that way she must romance. It would seem, To be that way, As all she seems To do is play, Play with the boys, The other ones, Can’t be me, Gosh I’m so bummed. She won’t look Into my eyes, Could I try To hypnotize? But it seems Like it won’t work, Sometimes I feel Such a berk. Or is it her, Who’s resisting me? Is it my shirt? Is it my teeth? I will probably Never know, That stupid, nasty, Evil h**! But now the final Score’s been set, I won’t forgive; I can’t forget.