I’m lying to myself.
I still think of you.
All the time.
And when I’m not,
Something seems missing.

I’m lying to myself.
My eyes still roam,
The empty halls.
My heart skips a beat.
As you round the corner.
And then you’re gone.

I’m lying to myself.
I can hear your voice,
Find your face,
In a crowded room.

I’m lying to myself.
For somehow,
Our eyes always meet.
My heart skips once more.
And I run.
Till you’re out of sight.
Still not out of mind.

But most of all,
I’m lying to myself,
When I think my feelings are gone.
They rise with every mention of your name.
And someday,
Hopefully soon,
I wont think of you at all.

I’m lying to myself.
I don’t want to think about you.