Rose-Tinted Dilemma

For what it’s worth, I can’t stop thinking about the predicament I’m in— and no matter how many times I think about it, I’ll always lose. I’ll never win. If given the chance, I would give it my all. So for me, if I admit it, I’ll have to take the fall. I look at you with my rose-tinted glasses and see all the beauty in the world I need. But at the same time, when I look at you, time passes, my heart begins to bleed. Almost anytime I walk into the room, I smell a sweet smell— but I take it as a sign that I have to repel. I wish it wasn’t that way, but it’s all so true— because when I smelled that smell, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Oh, the moral dilemma I’ve put myself in. I’ll always lose. I’ll never win.