Whenever I talked to you
I knew you were a friend, dear and true
Oblivious to the fact that you liked me
I talked about another boy, so worry free
When you fell for a girl I despise
I knew my feeling were not mere friendship ties
I tried to tell myself it was because I hate the girl
But you sent my emotions into a baffling swirl
I thought I was in love with another
But my feelings for you I could not smother
I told you what I felt
But for me they were bad, the cards fate had dealt
You said, "I'm sorry, but it's too late."
Oh, how I loathe that cruel mistress fate
You said that on me, you had given up
My feelings were that of a wounded pup
I do not write this to make you feel sad
But because it makes me feel better, if only a tad
While crying I try, but you I cannot hate.
For it's my fault I realized just a little too late.