Some say love is easy.
I say it is the hardest thing ever.
I can't love the guy I'm supposed to.
I do love the guy I shouldn't go near.
The guy who I don't love, loves me.
The guy I do, hates me.
One of them accepts me as I am.
One of them mocks me.
Yet my heart doesn't want the nice guy.
It wants the smart, mysterious one.
Tell me I'm a cliché, I know.
But isn't that what love is?