Did I seem desperate when I told you I loved you?

Did I?

Is that why you could play with my heart ?

And still make me keep thinking of you till this extent.

Did I seem pitiful to you?

Is that why you kept on asking me those questions?

And made me overthink every one of your actions?

Did I seem like a fool to you?

Is that why you played along with me so well?

And made me fall in deeper and deeper and deeper each and every day.

Did I seem so easy to you?

Is that why you don't want to get the heck out of my head... my heart?

And even in your absence I still love you.

This is how I really feel inside.

But when they ask me about you?

I look em straight in the eye and say... the past is past, I've forgotten about him

actually I'm trying to tell myself those words