You're becoming an obsession,
a mistake I don't want to repeat.
But how can I help it if you're kind, nice, and beautiful
(not to mention) unbelievably sweet?
You're becoming a beacon of virtue
that I'm compelled to live my life around.
Yet I know in my heart that for all of my troubles,
I'd just set myself up to knock down.
You're becoming a goddess incarnate.
I worship the ground on you walk.
You dredge up in my heart these unmerciful feelings.
Ah, if only your temptations I could block.
You're becoming a fantastical creature
that I somehow think I'll control
to make you love me, to make 'our' life perfect,
to make both of us happy and wedding bells toll.
But I see your life's already perfect.
You're in love with one who loves you.
It's time to face up to my loss, my chance came and gone
my obsession is fading--
______ lets forget this whole business and continue our friendship anew.
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