He loves me, he loves me not
These dark thoughts seize my mind
I spend my time watching the clock
Attempting to relax but I can't unwind

I held onto the idea of "we"
I'm such a delusional, and stupid ****
When there was always "you"and "me"
I should've known with my bad luck

I refuse to believe this is the end
But aren't I just hurting myself more?
Maybe we were meant to be just friends?
Or you're delusional and I'm s'posed to be yours

The only way we'll know is from time
And I pray to God it's on my side
Are we star crossed lovers like Romeo and Juliet?
Or ride or die like Bonnie and Clyde?