Why is it always a boy who
Gives me a problem
I have no clue
It causes me problems always
Especially if I don't like him back
It's got me trapped in a daze
They say the third time's the charm
But this third time I've made enemies
This third time I've been harmed
Popularity seems to rest on who I crush on
Sixth grade, a semi popular guy liked me
To like him back was wrong
He did something bad to me
I basically hated him for the year
Then everyone was mad at me
In eighth grade it happened again
A popular guy had a crush on me
The thought of him used to make me grin
Then he never talked to me and
I stopped liking him 'cause of that
I built my house again on sand
Then for the first time ever in my life
I rejected a guy that I didn't really like
Though this time it caused me the most strife
All my friends are distant since then
He managed to turn them away
I wish these boys would turn into men
For the first two boys I was popular until
I turned them down for my own reasons
Their friends, oh if looks would kill,
They'd probably go to jail
For murdering me with dirty looks
Oh my gosh, what stupid males
