I had to hear it from your brother,
Had to endure the wrath of your mother,
And you didn’t even bother,
You let me fool myself longer.

I convinced myself of each side of the story,
Never yawned when the trope got boring,
Because maybe you’d one day realize,
It was me and my sparkling green eyes.

But you never did get the memo,
Never said goodbye when I’d go,
And I always acknowledged you,
It was a one-sided rendezvous.

Why would you pass up someone like me?
This whole...