unrequited hate

I had a dream about you last night. don't worry, nothing weird, I know you don't like me like that. I'm not sure who would. for a second I forgot how pissed I am at you. be a fuckin man. we held hands. it takes me back to when you made me believe, gave me hope. but alas, what else do you do? make poor little innocent souls fall in love with you only to crush their spirits? stab them in the heart? I cant even be too mad. its not your fault you're so beautiful. I'm over this (you),  I promise