I can't read a book, or write a single song,
I can't seem to think straight anymore.

Feeling sorry for myself just cos I don't have you,
It happens to be the only thing that I ever do.
I know I won't have you ever in this lifetime,
Yet it doesn't stop me from wishing you were mine.
I try to plot how we're going to meet and fall in love,
but then I slump back in my bed, already had enough.

These thoughts of you, they plague my mind,
and no matter how hard I try,
You're still in my brain,
Think I'm going insane,
I am madly, sadly, badly in love.