As you chastise girls with your boyish charm,
I try to stay away from more of your harm.
I deeply covet and yearn for you,
I secretly wish you'd feel the same way too.

You make me feel confused and insecure,
but that is just me being highly immature.
I don't feel like the blithe individual I used to be,
I really miss being the old me.

As you pursue other girls,
my stomach will be filled with confusing twirls.
I hate being so envious,
it makes me feel so devious.
I want you to be with me,
but we just can't let that be.

Why can't we let that be?
Oh, let's just see.
I realized while you were busy flirting with my friends,
that my perspective of you really depends.
Why would I waste my time with someone like you?
I finally got the clue!

You clearly don't know how to treat me.
In your life I should be the Queen Bee.
I deserve better than what you have to offer.
So, why should I even bother?
You're not meant for me and I am not meant for you,
there is nothing else that we can do.

So, let's part our ways,
and forget these days.
I'm ready to move on.
Soon you'll realize what you missed while I'm gone.