Why do I tell myself,
That I don’t love you,
And I don’t miss you,
When all I can think about is you?
Why do I tell myself,
That I don’t want you,
When I really need you?
Why do I tell myself,
That it was just a kiss,
When that’s the one big thing I miss?
Why do I say these things,
When I’ve known that I’ve always loved you,
And I still do?
