Crush

I know you see me, walking in the halls

Sometimes I wonder if you notice me at all

I catch you staring once in a while

But I'm too scared to ask what for, instead I just smile

Usually to myself because I know you'll never be mine

So I'll just sit here and imagine, will you ever be mine?

I pile up all my feelings, trying to escape reality

Because I know, it'll just end up in a tragedy

I mean that's what usually happens in this cruel game we call love

Look at Cinderella, her shoe fit like a glove

So why can't I have a fairytale prince?

Instead I get dead relationships and nothing more than friend's

Is it a coincidence? Probably, but I can't help but wonder when will the day come?

The day were you'll finally like me back

And when I don't have to stare to get satisfaction, instead I can hold your hand

Hopefully that day will come soon were I dont have to pretend to be your friend

And I can extend my imagination into actuality

To be free with myself around you, and not try to constantly make a good impression

In all truth, I like you