I still check your spotistats,
Just to see if you're okay or not.
And maybe the feeling to feel disappointed,
If I don't see you listening the songs I like.

To feel something, even just a bit of jealously
What reminds me of love.
When I dressed up for a boy,
When all what mattered just to get those stupid butterflies in my stomach.

I'm just bored and tired.
And I always ask myself how can someone love me, if I don't love myself?
I wanna pure love, that kind of teenage love what melts the person's heart.

What is wrong with me?
I know I overthink everything but still hurts like hell.
Why can't anyone love me and why can't I love anyone?