Though it's hard to accept,
I'm gonna have to tell myself— to stop this foolishness,
Enough with this nonsense!

Days of admiring him should now be over,
For he has found himself a lover,
Must I tell myself over and over?
Why can't I just get over?

Moving on is what I must master,
For I've been doing this since I can't remember.
Don't just consider,
You've been through this more than once or thrice perhaps even more than thirty times,
Don't make me ask you twice.

Loving people that won't ever love you back, isn't it a bore?
It's like folklore,
It's almost unbelievable...
But to see history always repeat itself,
It should be in a book rotting on a shelf.

Is it so hard to comprehend?
Listen to what I'm saying and don't you ever shut your ears.
This is what you must hear;
Love yourself  instead,
If you do, you'll surely have someone to love you.