Watching you
I'm here in the stands,
Out there on the field,
You're playing Quidditch,
I'm watching you.
You stand next to him,
You make yourself pretty,
You laugh at what he says
But you don't even look at me
I know that I'm invisible to you,
That he's everything for you,
I know I should give up,
But I'm sorry I love you.
I know you don't feel the same,
That you prefer him to me,
So here I stand,
Watching you.