My Little Clandestine

The terrible feeling keeps coming back,
It always leaves my heart a crack,
You are the one who' make me sick!
LOVE SICK! Call Dr. Love very quick!

Why? OH Why?
It is her, whom your heart desires,
Why couldn't it be me?
I'm the one who'll love you tenderly.

I may not be her,
I am not her,
But I am sure that I'm more unique,
But why still her?

I have your guts,
I hate you for loving her so much,
It always leaves my heart with painful cuts,
I hate myself for it is you whom I always marvel at.

I'm searching,
But all I can see,
Is still that silly pathetic me,
Longing for you to notice me.