A teenage curse

Hes a standing there in the crowd
blue jeans, black top
my hearts beating so fast
and yet, I'm afraid its going to stop
i start going into my daze
straight ahead in the direction of my gaze
he talks with his friends about who knows what
all the while I'm speechless.
his smile is branded into my brain
his eyes are there as well
its obvious to the naked eye but to him i still wont tell
hes walking my way cant help but "glance"
the sound of his voice is music to me,
he has me in a trance
he approaches the spot where me and my friends kick it, with his swift chill stride
i cant help but think his eyes are on me
but i was wrong they're on my friend at my side
it hurts to think that you have no chance
but to think you MIGHT HAVE is worse
to be benched before you've even entered the game,
is truly a teenage curse.