my current state of mind

telling me you love me is as easy as denying that you do. i wish i didn't have to know, i wish i didn't have to think this way.

i am paranoid. i don't want to ask, i don't want to demand. i am not in the right position to tell you what's going on.

you tell me things that you feel. i honestly do want to believe but then i couldn't because i know it ain't real

why do i have to be an option, why can't i be the only one?

i crumble as i think of myself. why does it have to be this way?

but like what i usually tell you.

anything could happen, so let's just leave it this way...