What are you doing to me? Are you a kind of new type of killer? Because even when i think i love you more than anything else in the whole wide world, this feeling destroys me, more and more, each day. Each day that pass by and you are not on my side, each day that i think about you and you don't know who i am. Each day that you are loving someone that is not me.
And I don't know what your problem is. I do know you are good looking, sometimes extremely cute, and you have that beautiful charming smile that leaves me breathless, but that doesn't give you the right to make me feel this silly when i think about you, and you know what, it's ok, you can stay with my heart, anyway i will never love someone like i love you. You win, i hate you.