I harbor adolescent feelings,
I get my hopes up every single time,
It takes a smile and a pat on the back
For me to develop infatuation,
And it never turns out fine
I'm not used to the romantic scenes,
The typical "do you like me, yes or no?" spiel,
In the end, rejection stings,
And it takes longer to heal
So, I cling on to a dream,
Because it only remains,
Like the wounds from my heart,
To ease the lingering pain
When I'm interested in someone,
I'm guarded
They'll never know the truth
But still it eats me inside
Because they'll never notice the proof
I wish I weren't so optimistic,
I wish I wasn't a believer,
Because indecisiveness and infatuation,
Gave me a life-long case
of teenage fever.
