I often felt that those who obsessed
Were insecure, selfish and insane.
Now I find myself doing the same
Only more pious and profane.
Maybe ‘tis why so many have moved on
Avoiding the commitment I wish to share.
Or maybe there’s a glaring tattoo on my chest
That says “move on, this one BEWARE”.
I have no self-esteem to boast about,
So when someone pays full attention
My obsession kicks into full throttle
As commitment becomes my intention.
They never view the relationship
In the same way that I always do.
They look for friends with benefits,
While I’m looking for someone to woo.
It seems that I am the one who always loses
For they never stick around till the end.
I guess I should be forever happy
They at least wanted to be my friend.