When I made you look I couldn't think about your pain,

But now that its my turn I can hardly bear the strain.

I feel our chemistry but it was born too late,

A few weeks earlier I had let her in the gate.

Now that she's gone and I'm free again,

I see him around and know I'm hoping in vain.

I see how wrong I was for thinking you'd wait,

And I feel the pain for being too late.

I keep wondering if I'll ever get your attention again,

Or if I should just stop hoping, hoping against the grain.

I think about you all day and dream about you all night,

And I hate the guy the guy who doesn't even know he's in a fight.

At the end of every day when my energy is spent,

I lie alone thinking these thoughts as I repent.

How can I ever get accustomed to this feeling?

Will she ever look back to see me now kneeling?

The questions in my mind are wearing me down,

Look to me sweet one and tell me,

Should I smile or frown?