Dang how does it feel to be loved,
Or how does it feel to be loved back.
The only love I'm getting is from above.
I believe I write all these freakin' love poems because of the love that I lack.

How does it feel to have a choice.
Beggars can't be choosers right.
Hear this pain in my voice,
Because I could never have the experience of a love fight.

Never had someone say I love you too,
But I gave my heart multiple tI'mes.
Always rejected by you,
So I pour my heart into these rhymes.

I always wondered what it feels like to have so much to lose.
I always wondered what that fear was.
At the rate I'm going I'll never have that feeling or the chance to choose.
I guess I will always and forever be unloved.