I’m mad at you for being beautiful
I’m mat at myself for being too scared to talk to you
It’s not fair that you get to be so praised
And I am stuck praising you alone
You’ll never know how high of a pedestal I’ve put you on
You’ll never know how much I’ve always liked you
You’ll never know how my heart sinks a little bit each time I see you
And whenever you speak to me it’s a blessing
You’ll never let me tell you how I feel
But you’re probably better off not knowing
If you knew what I thought about you
You’d never want to see me again
And that’s the way it will be
We’ll part ways without you ever having a clue
That I could almost say I loved you