My heart doesn’t understand why you are constantly on my mind. All day and all night.
Why are you there?
You don’t love me. Not really. Not like you say you do.
Why are you there?
This is all a little weird and unclear to me.
Was this your intention when we started?
Did you always intend on destroying my heart?
Why are you there?
This is a dangerous and twisted game that you play.
Messing with love.
My phone goes in the middle of the night.
Heart beating.
Its you.
Asking why aren’t you here?
Quixotically Perfect 