[Intro] [Break] Sh-sh-she never looked at me… Not even a glance — like spam you swipe past in your inbox. But I stared at her like a live stream of a fitness coach on caffeine. [Verse 1] She never looked my way, though I saw her more often than “you up?” texts at 3:03 PM. Charming and distant, like an emoji that never loads. I followed her — she didn’t follow back; it all happened on Instagram. Words of wisdom… like memes from 2016 that don’t land anymore. [Chorus] Even if your silence steals the spotlight, and this poem sinks like a paper boat in a storm, I'll keep believing — maybe this love has lag. You never knew I existed, like a joystick that never gets player two. [Bridge] I’m a solo drama, more emotional than a baking show elimination with sad music. A single heart, glitchy like an early-access game, in love with someone who never even noticed, and somehow, I still act like her NPC. This must be love… She once said: “Hi, excuse me, can I pass through?” And I nearly cried… like hearing your name during roll call after skipping class. [Outro] I saw you today… you were like a Friday with rain — full of promise, but everything closed. My heart fell for someone who ghosted me… like Wi-Fi borrowed from next door that always drops. I whispered “I love you,” and you said, “Wait… I’ve got a call.” You rejected me 33 times in 3 months, but I swear, your spark is just buffering. What I feel lives in my emotional backpack… like a soaked plush toy, with a faint scent of: Made in Taiwan.
