Believe me.
I know that what we’re doing is wrong.
I guess I can’t help myself.
You make me smile.
You make me laugh.
You make me feel
Things I haven’t felt in months.
You treat me like a person, not a project,
And if wanting that makes me a horrible person,
Then so be it.
I can apologize for the way I act,
But I can’t apologize for the way I feel.