On one hand you sit there and tell me how everything between you and her are getting better.
On the other hand you sit there telling me how beautiful you think other girls are.
then you we joke around, play around, call each-other names and loook into each-others eyes.
I swear I can feel those moments.
But I really don't know what goes through your head when you look at me.
I am so confused.
stop sending me mixed signals.
because I want you.
and this shit, sure isn't helping me let go.