Infatuation

This infatuation started very young When you thought he was the one, And you hoped it'll be fast over So you don't have to run for cover, 'Cause every time you saw his face, You'd wonder how his lips would taste, Wonder if he'd ever bothered to know That a person called you exists in the now. Cursed by beauty, Saved by silence, His face has become one of millions, And so you think back in resignation At your foolish heart that didn't know Any better than it does now.