The Genius On The Other Side Of Town (my take on Genius Next Door, applied to my life)

I first thought the boy was so normal,
then said he was enchanted.
I was trying to keep it quiet,
telling him it was fine.
Then I couldn't hear the laughter,
or fell the happiness at all.
All I could think about was the fact
that I wanted him more than anything.
But everyone around me, was saying,
he doesn't really matter.

There's really, no way,
that I can forget about him.
And there's really no way,
that he doesn't matter.

The genius was running around,
laughing, watching, having fun.
He doesn't know how I feel though,
what would he do if he knew?
And I have go and sit there,
and see him and his shining face.
And try to keep mum,
about the secret I was hiding.

And there's really, no way, 

that I can forget about him.

And there's really no way,

that he doesn't matter.

The morning of a day a year later,
I wake up full of sadness.
to realize he doesn't like me (at all)
Feels like it sucked out my gladness.
I have to go and lie there
and see his face in my mind.
And still try to keep mum,
About the secret I was hiding.

So there's really, no way, 

that I can forget about him.

And there's really no way,

that he doesn't matter.

The Genius,

on the other side of town...

was too special to me.

And what I don't understand is,

why is there all of this madness.

I have to try and forget all about him

because I can't live with this anymore.