I’m torturing myself thinking we could ever be. And why would I even want to? I wish I knew.
I never liked you like that, but you got into my mind. You left me and you left me thinking that you liked me. And now I’m here, one whole year later. The situation finally caught up to me and it got me overthinking the whole damn thing.
I think back at you all the time and maybe, just maybe it wasn’t you who got into my mind. Maybe it was all me. I got into my own head and now I can’t get you out of it. I can’t seem to escape from you and to be honest, I’m not even sure I want to.