Yet after all these three years
You are still on my mind late at night. Call me crazy for still being in love.
Infatuated with someone so twisted and currupt. A person in my life who tore all my walls down and left me naked. For some reason I still cannot help myself. Maybe it's the memories of our daunting past. No, it can't be. I love who you are now. Broken and hopeless and even alone. Even with the world all turned against you. I still love you the same. Smiling or crying, or screaming in my face. I know there are other guys lining up at my door. But I don't care, because they don't matter. It's only you. It's always been you. You probably won't even glance at this little piece of mind I'm sharing. Sigh,  I probably sound bat **** crazy. But I can't get over you. So if by chance you hear me singing. Please make it to my door and tell me you don't feel the same way anymore. Then I swear to god I will walk away. But until that day, I will keep fighting. It's what I do. Because through every single thing. I still am hopelessly in love with you.