Why must it be this way?
Why must we go in circles forever?

Because every time
You call me hot
Or say you love me

My heart forgets.

Each time
You reach for my hand
Or trade shoes with me
I wish it were real.
I believe it is real.

And then I remember
This is just how you are.
You're flirty;
Charming;
Intoxicating even.
But you don't mean it.

You'll pat my head
Or hug me in the rain
Without feeling.

But in those scarce moments
I can't help from hoping
That maybe
Just maybe
I'm wrong.

Maybe
Just maybe
You feel the same way.