And they call it unconventional

You'd call it unconventional
because it wasn't even intentional
this love
that I've loved
from afar

I'm holding my breath
waiting for that epiphony
when he'll realize
he's the one for me
but I laugh at this
the only thing he'll ever have for me
is

Pity

He doesn't believe in THAT kind of love
the love that you have where
you're probably mad
because he doesn't love you back

Where you pray every night
"I hope to God he's alright"
and you cry
and you spite
every girl that he invites

Every woman
he enticed
and you just have to grit your teeth

You'll clamp your hands
and fake a weak
sort of smile

He'll catch you looking after a while
and then it'll be from
a long
long mile a way

down this road that is paved
with oh your good intent
because he'll never know how much he meant

to that crazy little girl
who wore too much black
His very breath
could cause heart attack

He'll never know the depth
of the ocean of tears
she's cried over him
and over these years

It's called unconventional because it's Unrequited.
Uninvited
only Spited
Tried so long to hide it
not Excited

Love