"He's not even that cute."
"How could you find him cute?"
"Oh my god, don't you think he's ugly though?"

No
He's cute
Like, really really cute
But these are thoughts I cannot keep
Or at least tell him directly
Because I know
He doesn't think
About me
Like this,
No

So I guess
I'll just stand next to you
And wish for something that'll never happen
I guess that's kinda cool
I guess