Do you see the symptoms?
Do you see the scratches on my knees,
Or the way I freeze?
I have scars from falling for you,
And frost bites whenever you talk.
You say my face is red?
It's probably sun burnt,
From the way you shine.
You say I never reply?
Its not because I'm shy,
It's just that you leave me tongue tied.
My condition can't be healed
With a trip to the hospital.
Because there is only one antidote:
Dunno why, but I loveee this.