i'm gay.

The moment I saw him smile,
I knew he was just my style,
My only regret is we've never met,
Though I dream of him all the while.

But he doesn't know I exist,
No matter how I may persist,
So it's clear to see there's no hope for me,
Though I live at 5135 Kensington Avenue
And he lives at 5133.

How can I ignore
The boy next door?
I love him more than I can say.
Doesn't try to please me, doesn't even tease me,
And he never sees me glance his way.

And though I'm heart-sore
The boy next door affection for me won't display,
I just adore him, so I can't ignore him,
The boy next door.

I just adore him, so I can't ignore him,
The boy next door.

this is not about you